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The Vault Sep 2017
I wish I had someone
I wish I had someone to run too
But now I am the last one
All alone
Everyone I know dead
So now I walk this path
All alone
And covered in ash.
Being last to live
Doesn't make you a survivor
It leaves you sad
And wanting more.
I am not a winner
I am a loser
For not dying with the rest
Just being lonely...
The Vault Sep 2017
I am gone
The girl I once was
Escaped with every cut
And ever name I was called
She left with the bruises
I took from you
And all the things I couldn't do
The innocent girl
Is now replaced
With a girl
Who can disappear
Into the background
A girl
Who flinches at every touch
And thinks she will get slapped
At every second
The Vault Sep 2017
Part of me wants to run to you
Beg for you
Put up with the hitting and bleeding
But I know
As I walk away
That I am better off without you
The Vault Sep 2017
The cuts are not for attention
They are a cry for help
But you would never care
You were too self absorbed
To see me self destructing
Just crying for help.
The Vault Aug 2017
I am always fighting
Never truly winning
But breathing each day
and waiting for the next.
Fighting myself
And my thoughts.
Lies that run so deep
They become the truth to me.
Each day
A never ending battle
To feel
And to breath
But I put a smile on
Because depression
Isn't me.
The Vault Aug 2017
I love you more than air
If I lost you I would suffocate
For you would have stolen
The only thing keeping me alive
You are my reason to be alive
So stay
For you are my world
My air
My reason to be alive
You deserve to be alive
Don't talk about suicide
Because it hurts me that you would think such things.
When you mean so much to me.
The Vault Aug 2017
The cuts stung as we held hands.
The hot car made us sweat
Burning my cuts
But I stayed quiet
You knew they were there
I could see it in your eyes
But I couldn't tell you why
You thought it was your fault
So I promised to stop
But I broke it
Cause you were never the reason why.
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