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Dani Netherby Mar 2013
have you ever broken down sobbing after so long of being strong?
crumbled to the floor.
hands by your face.
your face scrunches up and you let out that first gasp. you try to be quiet,
but eventually it becomes loud, heart-wrenching sobs.
you cry and cry so much that you can't breathe.
you ask whoever's up there,
"WHY? WHY ME? WHY THIS?
WHY CAN'T I JUST BE DEAD?!"
you say you want to end it all right there,
right then.
you sob, trying to gasp breaths in between.
eventually you completely collapse on the floor,
and you just lay there,
NUMB


Am i the only one that feels that way?
it's never ending.
this worthlessness. i can't shake it.
why the hell can't things change?
it's like i'm never good enough.
like nothing i do is "good enough"
i can't go on like this.
i want to end my life.
this life i'm living is hell.
**save me
Dani Netherby Feb 2013
Can you hear me?
i am trying my best... there's not much more i can do
i'm crying out! i'm so lost. so broken.
i am losing myself more and more everyday.


i am slipping into oblivion.
all these nasty thoughts taking over my mind.

Why can't anyone see it?!
it's getting worse and worse...
i wish i had the courage to throw down the blade.
I'M DONE.
I'm done forcing laughter
I'm done faking smiles.
I'm done with all of this.

Someone save me from this hell.

Am i screaming loud enough?!
please hear me.
Dani Netherby Jan 2013
I'll admit it
i'm terrified
there's nothing i can do
but scream and cry and break
because everything in life
just seems to break, and burn, and end
everything i do seems to be so wrong,
so judged by everyone in this lonely world
... as if they know what to compare my life to.
they don't know me.
they don't know what i have been through.
they say i am so happy, like i never stop smiling.
that may be what i look like, but inside...
i feel like dying. like just ending it right then and there.


so he asks me why i have changed so much...
little does he know, it is because of him.
he shattered my heart into millions of pieces,
never to be fully repaired.
he tells me not to be depressed,
not to cut,
not to be so ******* insecure.
but he should know, that's a little easier said than done.
sometimes, i just don't know how to handle it.
i can't keep hiding this from my friends.
like nothing's wrong.
but it's all a lie.
just the walls i have built up to protect myself
from being hurt again.

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