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Mar 2014
you think you can do something to help
you think until your head hurts
you have no clue what to do
you wanna try, but its no use
your hurting yourself just by thinking of how to help others

the pain surrounding your heart
have no place to go
no one to talk to
no time left until your done

forever lost
in the darkness
alone

try to get out but cant
try to find someone but cant
trying to do everything.......
but you just cant....do it

you sigh
sit down
look at the floor
cry

feel something clawing at your heart
at your soul...

you just wanna die,
so you don't have to life like this anymore

as the light is coming through,
you see something shine in the distance
you get up and go to it.

a knife,
just laying there,
rusted,
but looks sharp.

you pick it up,
look around,
put the tip by your throat......
mumble something.

DEAD!
Devilgirlzdream
Written by
Devilgirlzdream  Limestone, Maine
(Limestone, Maine)   
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