What happens on the day when your satisfaction stops,
What happens on the day when the ground from beneath you drops?
The day your heart stops beating,
The day your thoughts stop fleeting?
The day she walks out, and slams the door,
The day you have not the strength to hold yourself up and you fall to the floor.
The day you roll around in bed screaming when you wake up,
Not wanting morning, only wanting sleep, not even lusting after your coffee, hot in its cup.
The day even your music doesnt match your mood,
The day when you cannot taste your food.
The day you feel the knife slip across your wrist,
The day your blood flows openly and splatters across your un-completed list.
What happens on the day it all stops?
Anything special?
Or is it just wasted blood drops?

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