Suicide i disallow but nomatter how deep the cut is, the scar is much deeper . Theres not enough stars in the sky 2 equal out every scar 2 every cut. When the emotional pain is 2 much, the blade then proves that your alive still. Its your will 2 equal the pain with each time u bleed. Nobody sees what u c when you look in the mirror, nobody can justify the way you feel . The feeling of u bleeding isnt painful as much as it is a self relief. Theres so many problems that at times i feel like im locked in a cage. I feel like im loosing my mind, nomatter how hard i try, i cant stop the pain inside. I fight these thoughts of suicide every time i cry. I just dont want 2 feel like im lost in a maze. I just want 2 b ok. I should look forward 4 the next day- but instead i dont think of days, i just think of ways 2 better my life, 2 rid me of all strife. But, y? Why do i try when i continue 2 keep bottled inside. What good is it when im going 2 continue being misunderstood.
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scash102 says: You are not alone but what is important is that you try to control those feelings. Its easy to give up especially when you feel alone but we poets have a purpose |
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Rhone says: keep going Rhone |
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DallasCowgirl says: Many souls can relate to this. Keep writing! |
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