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Feb 8
I want to die
I remember the first time those words left my mouth
I want to die now
I don't want to die later
I want to slit my wrist and bleed
bleed a deep red showing I am human
and those words hurt that you speak
Maybe those words you spoke to me
I should carve into my legs and arms
For a reminder of what I am
A ****
A *****
A *****
Maybe I should listen
Listen to those people
Who tell me to go **** myself
Slit my wrist and go bleed out
For I am not wanted
Not needed by anyone
Not loved
Not cared for
I'll carve those words into my legs tonight
Bleed a deep red
Leaving no inch of skin untouched
After that I shall slit my wrist
Like they have been telling me to do for years
I leave the water in my bath tub red
Closing my eyes
I am finally at peace
No people to listen to
Written by
Kayla  18/F/Canada
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