Deep down I can still feel the pain
Of your absence 
That’s hidden behind my face

Deep down I can feel
How I’m slowly dying
Waiting to become dirt 
And nothing more

Deep down I’m slowly bleeding out
Internally from my once beating heart

The blood runs thick and deep
Down into my lungs
Making it hard to breathe

My face begins to constrict
And soft pleads escape my throat
Then tears begin to form

Its bitter sweet the way I’m going to end








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Lets all drink some medication
 So the nice people in white think were all right

Lets all pretend we don’t hear voices in our head
That tell us to do evil things

Lets all concentrate 
On the blood that’s running through our veins

Lets all behave
So they don’t put us in the white room of pain

Lets all sit down
And talk about the things we see and hear

Lets all smile
And pretend that non of us are insane





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So many people in my life
Who surround me and care
But there’s always a question
That comes to my mind
It seeps into my thoughts
And I feel scared

I love who I am 
What I have
And who’s by my side
But the question slips off into my tongue
Until I question my life

In the silence 
It sounds so dreadful
As if there’s no more mercy left

I’ve done all I can 
To take this feeling away
But the question remains

Why do I feel so alone…?











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Dear baby in my womb
Do not be scared
Of what im going to do

For you see Life revolves around one thing
Its called destiny

Yours is to be born
Mine is to be gone

I’m not ready to be a mom
Or ready to say I love you

I’m not sure who’s your dad
Cause I was raped and abandoned

But you’re a miracle of life
Who should be worshiped?

Don’t be scared about the blade
That’ll tare your little home apart
 
You’ll be okay
Just premature

I’ve already made a phone call
They should be here soon

I hope you cry 
So they can find you















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She sat at her desk hearing the teacher speaking to the class about paying attention, but her mind was far from the lecture. The thoughts going inside her head were playing out over and over. She’d grab the scissors and stab her thigh.

    This played in her head for 15 minutes or so until she finally reached for the scissors and punctured her leg, the blades reaching her femur. She yelled in excruciating pain and began to shake. The scissors handles were the only things visible. Blood poured on the floor and screaming filled the room. The teacher was in shock and then entered into panic. The girl sat calmly with tears rolling from her eyes and spit on the sides of her mouth.

    Then she took her both hands and twisted the scissors deeper into her leg until she felt a crack.












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Hush
Don’t say a word
Let the pain collect inside your gut
Until you feel sick and throw up
Let the acid burn the back of your throat
Let your knuckles turn white from the clutch you’ve got going on
Stay on your knees and let your hands tremble
Let the tears run down your rosy red cheeks
Stand up look at the mirror and thrust you’re head back down onto the toilet seat
To clutch your safe haven






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