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Aug 2019
I clutch my head and hope to die.
I feel the blood running down her arm.
I tried to die but failed again.
No one saw, no one really cared.
No one truly noticed.
They saw me mad, they saw me sad.
They never saw me cry
They didn't see me happy, they just saw me smile.
But I have reached my breaking point.
I don't want to breath.
I tried to live normal, but they told me no.
I agreed and went about
Trying to find a reason
To live a life of happiness.
I met you but then I left
Without telling you the truth.
So now I'm here
Almost dead
No one really near.
I'm scared to die, even if I try.
No matter how you try to live,
You'll always come back
Too this spot to dwell.
I think I need help.
My wrists are cut,
My eyes are glazed,
My sleeves are dyed red.
My hands shake,
My knees give way,
I fall down and hit the floor.
Tears are falling,
The knife is sliding,
Blood is dropping,
I think I'm dying.
Now I realize just because
They don't show it
Doesn't mean they don't care.
I need help.

-3nwlry
Written by
Cole  20/Non-binary/USA, CO
(20/Non-binary/USA, CO)   
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       Weeping willow and South by Southwest
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