I gave you a pair of
rusty, sharp scissors
but you cut the rope
that held you.
I gave you a piece
red, silky ribbon
but you decided
to hang yourself on it.
I gave you a string
of shiny, black pearls
but you’ve changed them
for mercury drops and drank them with tea.
It’s not my fault if I
give you a weapon
and you kill yourself
instead of killing your pains.
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