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Mar 2021
Sometimes I think about dying in my sleep
Working up a way so that they won't be ashamed of me
Instead of strung up by the ceiling fan maybe I could go in peace
Then I wonder what kind of note I'd leave
Saying don't blame yourself this is how it had to be
The days drag on and the blood becomes a coursing stream
The blade slips from my fingers being the end of me
Because a bullet to the brain would be too gruesome for them to see
The lines spell out "**** me please"
It's all ruined now life just isn't worth living
So please just ignore me
Try to block out my loud depressed weeping
The pills make it worse and therapy isn't helping
I don't wanna die but this is what became of me
What the voices in my head are telling me to be
So now I promise I'm not gonna leave
Because death is too easy
The real challenge is living
So I'll live but only because I love you
...true story...
ShyAnne
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ShyAnne  15/F/In a galaxy far, far away
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