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May 30
For years
I was emotionally
Bleeding out.
I was bleeding
On
Those who didn’t
Cut me.
The
Red river
Just kept on
Flowing. But
I tried to
Gasp
For air
In the silence.
The more I
Struggled
alone.
The more
I bled.
Smoking ,
Drinking
& ***,
Couldn’t
Bandage
The open wounds.
Nothing
I did for
Myself worked.
It started
To get
Cold.
I was losing
The only
Thing
Keeping me
Heated.
But I
Also
Felt
The warm
Embrace
Of the heavens.
As I drift in
And out of
Consciousness.
I sit and
Wonder
Will I
Be saved.
I was able to write this poem. I survived.
Written by
Justin  20/M
(20/M)   
46
   Druzzayne Rika and Larry
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