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lost dignity: a poem

Dark auras fill my bedroom...

Despair, Loss, Depression, and Suicide...

They make me shred my inner happiness,

Like a piece of paper...

They make me wanna slice my skin apart,

Like a stick of butter...

They stick around me,

Waiting to be used...

Over...

And over...

And over again...

Until I am no longer happy...

I have lost my self-esteem,

And my dignity,

All because of horrendious beings,

Shaping my own existence,

Into a ball of painful stab wounds...