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The days go by so slowly.
I feel so trapped and isolated.
I'm screaming as loud as possible,
and not a soul can hear me.

I cry out for help again and again.
All I get is silence and loneliness.
It seems as if this knife is my only friend.
The only one that listens.

And as the hours, days, and weeks go on,
I grow more weak and frail.
It's getting worse and worse with each breath.
I just want it to end.

So with my final heartbeat,
and my final breath,
I'll say goodbye to everyone,
and let all my misery end.
©Lucy