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I wish I didn't want to die.
But I'm a little filthy.
I wish I didn't want to die.
But I'm a little used.
I wish I didn't want to die.
But I'm a little broken.
I wish I didn't want to die.
But I'm a little gone.
I wish I could hold your hand without my palms sweating or my fingers shaking
I wish I could look you in the eye without having my insides ache with the feeling of man eating butterflies
I wish I could think about you without my head spinning
I wish I could read your sweet messages without crying because my anxiety does not deserve love, and sometimes anxiety is all I am.
 Dec 2014 Girl On The Wing
matt
I’m a broken soul torn open with these emotions that are invoking. It feels like I’m having a stroke. See, if someone hurts you, I would make it my mission to destroy them, but what do I do when you’re the one who hurt you? What do I do? Well it isn’t really hurting you, it hurts me, but if I destroy me then you might cease to be, and believe me I have thought on this deeply, but an answer doesn’t come that easily. I couldn’t rid myself of you, thats something I couldn’t do.  I love you, but you’re breaking the ones who hold you, the ones who haven’t yet told you, the ones that don’t even know you, like the girl who didn’t know your name but she knew your pain, or Janna, Hannah, Ellie, and me. We all would be lost if you ceased to be, people love you. When you slit your wrist we can’t make a fist. Its hard to deal with. I want to get ****** but can’t do it. I could never go through with it. When you cut your wrist out hearts bleed along with you.
 Dec 2014 Girl On The Wing
matt
The cave of hate. The fire in my chest. Its god forsaken name is stress. it tries to escape through tears or fists. holes in the wall and tear soaked sheets are all that exist. a razor in hand tears like sand. its an endless desert that I’m lost in. and I’ve ran out of water two days in. pill bottle of meds an unknown prescription. swallowed one after another like it will make her come back. a gun in a box, its already cocked ready to go off. blood soaked knuckles from fights with walls and the victor is unclear. intentions unclear motives unknown all thats known it came from a broken home. the bystanders minds were blown some more than others some there heads were blown asunder. Panic attacks back to back and its there own mind thats on attack. alone in the dark they feel without a heart because they have been pierced with the dark dart of hate. can’t stand the wait unbearable anticipation anxiety relentless pain feeling endless or thought to be without, can’t scream or shout for fear of being kicked out. pain is with out a doubt that much is true. but an out stretched hand could prevent this. a friend could prevent this soul from destruction these lives saved all because someone stayed when mentioned.
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