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May 2018
I promised myself a lot of things

I promised myself no matter what happens I’ll always keep my wrists away from my knife
But my knife was done with my wrists a long time ago, because now its past my elbows and making its way to my throat
And it just itches to finally take me out of my personal hell

I promised myself a lot of things

I promised myself no matter what happens I’ll always stay happy
But all I can think about is from the day of birth my mother was never here for me
And I find it crazy how people still have the nerve to make fun of me

I promised myself a lot of things

I promised myself that no matter what happens I’ll always stay strong for my mom
But it’s impossible to start my day off right because of how exhausting another night full of nightmares and crying can be
And it hurts because even though my dad left, I’m sure my mom wanted the best for me

I promised myself a lot of things
But I broke them
I promised myself to never **** myself
But I broke them all
Spades
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Spades  18/M/Canada
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