Blood shedding,
But this time it's different.
It bleeds in a shape.
The word "die"
The word will last forever,
Forever carved into my leg.
Suicide all around,
Two in one week.
Will I be next?
No.
Mother says it's selfish.
Cannot disappoint mother.
Will anyone save me?
Will anyone hear the call?
Will anyone stop me?
No.
I'm on my own.
I need to be strong.
I will push through.
For who?
Not I.
No.
Everyone else.
I cannot disappoint.
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 3:37 PM UTC
Blood shedding,
But this time it's different.
It bleeds in a shape.
The word "die"
The word will last forever,
Forever carved into my leg.
Suicide all around,
Two in one week.
Will I be next?
No.
Mother says it's selfish.
Cannot disappoint mother.
Will anyone save me?
Will anyone hear the call?
Will anyone stop me?
No.
I'm on my own.
I need to be strong.
I will push through.
For who?
Not I.
No.
Everyone else.
I cannot disappoint.
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