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Oct 2015
Do you ever feel so worthless ?
Like everything about you – your life, your mind- was a mess?
Do you ever wish the pain would end ?
Like somehow the hurt would magically mend.
Do you ever want to die ?
Like maybe death could be your highest high.
Do you ever feel fed up as **** ?
Like maybe you just want to jump in front of a truck.
Do you ever think about your funeral ?
Like maybe people wouldn’t mourn, like your death was endurable.
Do you ever think about if your parents would cry ?
Like maybe it wouldn’t really matter if you were to die.
Do you like the sting of the blade ?
Like the pain and the blood is the best kind of aid.
Do you ever think you’ll miss it ?
Like being sad was the only thing your mind would permit.
Do you ever think that you could be happier ?
Like you wanted to, but couldn’t because of some barrier.
Do you ever wish you weren’t alone ?
Like maybe it’d help, having someone for your own.
Do you ever feel so worthless ?
Like you’re so helpless, wishing you’d be breathless.
Wishing breathing was painless, but knowing trying is aimless.
Knowing your death would be thoughtless, no one would be speechless.
And even in your grave, you know the pain is endless, restless, & absolutely merciless.
Alyssa Soto
Written by
Alyssa Soto  Santa Paula, California
(Santa Paula, California)   
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