Screaming and crying and bleeding and burning
Torturing myself b/c of all the anger.
All along my once pure arm
Runs lines of scars and cuts.
One my stomach sits scars from white-hot candle wax.
It used to hurt but now it's healed, but I'm not any better.
I'm still mentally sick.
My parents have given up, the just stay away.
They stay away while I wait for the day when I die.
What a day that'll be.
Won't people wonder?
Life just sucks and I'm giving up.
I just don't care anymore.
The beginning has ended and the end has begun.
How does this all seem reckless?
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