My Pain

by Czekalski   Dec 6, 2004


Sitting here feeling…
Lost, confused, lonely…
Scared and helpless.
Knowing I need help;
But how, where, when?
There’s antidepressants…
Blades…even suicide…
What one is the best?
“Just get a razor,…
Press down, hard.”
Now my pain is gone.

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