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Hara-Kiri

Sometimes...

    I sit here and cry,

       Because it's You I Despise.

 

Spend every waking hour

                                by your side;

    Hearing every I Love You and

                                      Goodbye.

  

With every kiss you give,

          I feel Empty and Sick...

 

Why do you deserve to be Loved?

When everything about You is...    

                                             Flawed.

 

  You're an Accident,

                   A Disgrace.

  You don't belong in this place.

                       Dead and gone,

            Where you belong..

 

So My death

     Do not prolong.

                I Hate You...

                         I Hate me...

 

You can hate yourself...

                        

                                    Apparently...

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Written by
Cloak
17 / M
Published
Oct 25, 2017
Lines·Words
23·82
Notes

This was after a 2 year relationship, my life spiraled out of control into hard substance abuse and an obsession to die. I blamed myself for it... But I now realize Love cannot be regulated.. Either you're all in or you're out.. Even though you can blame yourself all day and focus so much on aggressive self destructive behaviors, at the end of the day you will find that peace you have so desperately seeked.

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#suicide#death#anxiety#depression#relationships#love#pain#anger#harakiri#her
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