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Jan 2012
Could I hate my life any more
My heart is beat up, bruised and sore
I can't speak without crying
I can barely walk, but I keep trying
Scars on my pale white skin
I can't stop myself from committing a sin
My friends all left me behind
And they hurt me in any way they can find
My family will ignore me all together
And leave me alone in this dark weather
I will scream until my lungs burst
But then everything will just get worse
I stand alone, holding a knife
All I can think of is ending my life
I bring it closer to my chest
And bring it down fast so I can finally rest
I lay on the ground covered in blood
The rain beats down, causing a flood
My head spins fast as I sob in silence
The whole scene around me showed the violence
My sobs slow down, as does my heart
And I am happy to end my part
This tragic life is almost gone
I can see the sun, it's almost dawn
Then I see the lights flashing in my eyes
And a distant voice cries
I feel myself being lifted off the ground
And I wonder how the hell I was found
They bring me to a room full of light
I use all my strength to try and fight
Then all I remember is seeing dark
And being brought back to life with a spark
I lay in bed feeling numb
And all I hear is a distant hum
Then my eyes open slow
And the distant hum starts to grow
A figure is standing before me
And that’s when I realize that I'm not free
I am still stuck in this place
And my heart starts beating at a fast pace
I try to get up, but it hurts so bad
Then I just get more and more mad
I thrashed around and tried to plea
Please, please let me be free
Let me end my life once more
And not ***** up like before
A soft moan is all they hear
And see only one single tear
To this day I am glad I was found
Bleeding to death on the ground
For if I was not I wouldn’t be here today
Where I am loved and is here to stay
With my friends and family whom I all love
And saved me from being sent above
From that day on I never once scarred my skin
nor did I try to once again sin
I have never hated myself for who I am
And I never stopped giving a ****
That experience I will never regret
For it never let me forget
That I will always be loved for who I become
And I will never again feel numb
And what I did on that dark day
Was the thing that made me who I am today
April 25, 2010
Kela Rose
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