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Im sorry I can't promise you to not hurt myself. The blood dripping down my arms and legs is what I need. I want to talk to anyone. Fucking anyone. I wanna grab some rope and just hang it up and imagine myself there. I want to put a knife to my throat and slide it across. I need that feeling of just letting all my pain go away. I need it. I need it. I don't need your "Are you okay?" Shit anymore. Of course I'm not fucking okay. Maybe I just can't be who I want to be. Someone who I can't be. Someone different. Someone who's better at everything. That everyone likes them. They have no drama or record of being bad at school. I FUCKING HOPE I CAN JUST LET IT ALL FUCKING OUT. I WANT IT ALL OUT. I WANT TO BE BETTER. HAVE GOOD FUCKING DAYS FOR ONCE. FOR FUCKING ONCE. its not a fucking question anymore. 

IM

NOT

OKAY, 

IVE

NEVER

BEEN

OKAY

They just don't fucking understand. I was supposed to get help and get fucking better but they just said that since I'm making friends, I'm fine and doing amazing and that my mental heath is the best. I WISH THEY WOULD BE IN MY FUCKING SHOES FOR ONCE!! I WISH THAT I COULD FUCKING YELL AT THEM! I WISH I COULD TELL THEM EVERYTHING THATS ONE MY FUCKING MIND BUT I FUCKING CANT!! I CANT!! CAUSE WHATEVER I TELL THEM WILL JUST GET ME IN TROUBLE!! 

GOD

FUCKING

WHATEVER 

WHOEVER IS IN CHARGE OF US 

PLEASE

JUST 

LET 

ME 

DIE 

PLEASE 

PLEASE JUST LET ME FUCKING DIE

I KNOW IM THE PROBLEM 

JUST LET ME FUCKING DIE 

FOR FUCKING ONCE 

LET ME GET WHAT I WANT 

LET MY FRIENDS BE HAPPY WITHOUT ME

THE PROBLEM 

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