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Sep 18
I, once again, find myself barely hanging on,
Trying desperately not to sink in a crowd
Full of people who simply do not care.
I tried,
Until I snuck into the bathroom
And saw the blood trickling down my arm,
I felt at peace.
I tried,
Until even the people who made me happy
No longer brought me anything but despair
Simply because I was too scared to disappoint them.
I tried,
Until the bottle of pills was rattling in between my shaky fingers.
The tears would no longer come,
For the world I live in has let me seen too much horror
And now even death doesn’t scare me.
Still, I tried,
One final time I called out as I slipped away,
But there was no one left to help.
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