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Why does it have to be me
To go threw this,
Why does it have to be me
Who can never show it,
I'm crying cant you see
Don't you care a bout me?
I lock myself in the bathroom
I wont let anyone in ,
Then i see it
perfectly sharpened in all its glory
To help me,
Release me Let me be free
I take it in my hand
Griping it tightly
pointing it carefully at my wrist
I'm going to do this
I close my eyes
Count to 5
a sudden pain releases
I feel it trickling
I look at it
Its not deep but deep enough,
To feel , To know I'm real
And I'm not hurt
Not in the least bit
Then I sit Once again
Looking,Thinking
About what I have just done,
Just accomplished
A small frown appears on my face,
Not enough
A tear takes place
Makes its journey to my wrist
It Stings,and Burns
The pain,Too slow
I get up and look at my ugly face
In the mirror,and scream
"HOW COULD ANYONE EVEN LIKE ME!!!!!!!"Then i say
"I'M ENDING THIS MISTAKE,THIS MISTAKE THATS ME, MY LIFE"
I hold the knife to my throat
I thought it was a few seconds of pain/the rest of my life
My last words are
"Good-bye thanks for all the pain and misery,I'll miss you"