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Jul 2018
Who’s going to save me
When I’m saving everyone else?
Who’s going to save me
When I cry myself to sleep at night?
Who’s going to save me
When I have a blade to my wrist?
Who’s going to save me
When the voices are screaming in my head?
The answer is nobody
While I’m out saving others,
Nobody is helping me.
I’m drowning
In the dark thoughts
Full of despair and darkness.
And with no one to help me,
I might as well succumb
To Death's sweet song.
Is it weird I personify Death? Oh well, thanks for reading. I hope you liked it.
Written by
Stella
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     Teresa S, ---, Fawn, Salmabanu Hatim and Monet Echo
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