Seventh Poem
I
Blood drips into the floor.
Attempting suicide, once and for all.
Seeking eternal peace in a painful valley.
For I am nothing, just a nobody.
II
A single blade can cut the thick pain.
A lengthy rope can squeeze in the sufferings.
A drop of belladonna can expel the aches.
But then, will I be happy?
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