Unshed tears created by ignorance,
Of what lurks beyond a sad existence,
Where people self-harm to feel bliss,
And commit suicide just to be unmissed.
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Wanting to die,
To escape the lies,
Of a fair family,
And happy reality.
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Please, kill me.
Set me free.
Leave me be.
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Stop the torture,
Of false care,
That covers hate,
And leaves me bare.
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Let me die,
Let me bleed,
Let me cry,
Over that small flower,
Of growing hope,
Just to shrivel up,
Because it couldn't cope,
With the overflowing hate in its small cup.
I'm not gonna lie guys. I wanna die right now. I actually felt bad enough to cut. I mean actually cut. It kinda scared me. I think I'll ask someone to cut me. Hopefully she'll do it.
My life isn't totally and completely horrible. I think I'm too emotionally sensitive. I was never strong in that department. Well... Yeah bye until next time
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Pleas and Cries
PoetryPoetry and thoughts. This is sometimes like a little diary for me, so there will occasionally be stuff about my personal life.
