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Dakota Pompt Aug 2014
I want to die
Plan and simple.
I don't see why everyone thinks that's a big deal
We all want things
And as we know
We don't always get them
Dakota Pompt May 2014
16
16 years of your yelling
16 years of wondering about tomorrow
I dont understand why you put me through this
Legally I'm a child
Yet you act like I can handle this
I can't
I don't want to be 16
I want this all to end
Can't you understand that I can't keep doing this?
I don't want to be 16
Can I go back to 0?
Dakota Pompt Apr 2014
I'm sorry I hurt myself
I know you felt the pain to
I'm sorry I wasn't always there
I just wanted you to know I care
I'm sorry I was always sad
I knew it only made you mad
I'm sorry that your there crying
When I stopped trying
I love you
Forgive me
Dakota Pompt Feb 2014
I was a mistake
I wasn't planed
You can even use the word accident
This isn't me feeling sorry for myself
Its fact
I'm not suppose to be here
But I am
You try to get ride of me
But yet here I am
The thing about mistakes
Is they keep coming back
I'm not suppose to be here
But I am
Dakota Pompt Jan 2014
Long time anger churning inside
blured vison but no one traveling aside
Alone
Handicaped, slowly moveing
Longing to hear your voice soothing
Reaching
Looking up at the night sky
Always wondering why
Questions
Puzzeled glazes burning a hole
all wonder if i poses soul
Pain
Dropes of liquid burning my cheek
Will i make it through the next week
Sarrow
Im broken inside
yet you still give me goodbyes
Empty dreams
These are words
that cry out with depression
Dakota Pompt Jan 2014
The thing about pain is it demands to be felt

Id say i miss you
But id be lieing

Id say i miss all the screaming
The cussing
The tears
The depression
But then id be lieing again

Im better off without you

Even if that means lieing in my grave
Dakota Pompt Jan 2014
Blood is trickleing down my side
As the knife gets more deep
I just want to go into a never ending sleep
Stabbing, thrashing, and pushing
As the knife gets closer to the bone
All i can do is harden like stone
your cold face
Thoose wild eyes
Grow darker with every lie
But what if my pain wasent from the knife?
what if i dient care about the lies?
I just want to please you
For you to be proud to call me yours
But all the slamming of the doors
And all thoose hatefull words
Dig in
Worse then a knofe
They just might take my life
Is that what you want?
Is that your goal?
To knock me down and push me
Over the edge
Then look down over the ledge and laugh becuase you win?
If thats not what you mean than watch what you say
Becuase you words hurt worse than a knife
And they just might take my life
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