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Life and death. I'm supposed to love life. And fear death. But I don't. Why? I don't know. I ask myself that everyday. Maybe it's because I've seen so many people I love die. Maybe not physically, but emotionally. To the point where they need medication to keep them going. It's sickening. It's horrible. I'm at the point where I hate life. And death seems like an amazing option right now. It's so close. Just pick up the knife. That's all it takes. One knife. One cut. Two cuts. Three. More. More. I can almost feel the cuts on my arm. But they aren't there. I'm stronger than that. Right? I lived through it all. Heartbreak. Cheaters. Liars. Fake friends. Abuse. Accidents. Death. Why stop here? I can go on. Yes, I can. Now I know. Death is easy. But it takes guts to live. And guts I have. It's been over a year since my last cut. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm always fine. All I have to do is smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. I have to tell myself to smile. To be strong. To keep repairing my walls. To avoid death. To live. Right? Death is easy. Death is simple. Death is reassuring. I'm not ready for that yet. I can do this. I can live. For me. For mom. For dad. For my sisters. My brothers. My friends. For him. Yes. For the one I love. I can live for him. For everyone. They need me. More than I think they do. They are my reason to live. They are what keeps me grounded. They are what I need in life. They are what helps me avoid death. I love them. I love my family. I love my friends. I love him. To avoid death, and keep living. For them. Avoid death. Avoid death. Promise me that you'll avoid death? I promise. I promise. I promise. I tell myself. I promise.
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Feelings Never Fade
PoetryA bunch of stupid poems and other things I write. Some are depressing. Some are happy. Most are depressing. And at the beginning of each one I put the initials or sometimes the entire name of the person I wrote that poem about.
