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Author: commemorativemisery
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 5 - Published: 03-05-07 - Updated: 03-05-07 - Complete - id:2329307

I’m tired of living this life I have

As everything’s okay.

My parents fighting and screaming

I wish it could end today.

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I cry every night to fall asleep

And cut to ease my pain.

I watch the blood roll down my wrist

I’ve almost had enough of this.

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Everybody smiles at me

They think everything’s alright

Inside I loathe and envy them

I long to live their life.

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People’s expectations

Are way too hard to meet

I don’t want to live up to them

I wish I could just be me

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With my brother’s death

and parents’ divorce around the corner

I’ve lost all sense of order

I live each day through auto-pilot

I'm numb to my sense of pain.

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My mouth tastes like cotton

My heart is empty and cold

Suicide plagues my thoughts,

Though I’m too weak to die.

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I’m alone in the world.

No one’s on my side.

They tell me how to think and act

But I always just kick them back

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They tell me to get tougher,

And suck up my self-pride.

Then they tell me to lose my shell
that I can’t continue to hide.

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To me everyone is a coward.

They don’t understand my pain.

They don’t see how I live each day

How hard I try to live.

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It takes all I am at the end of each long day

To lie in bed with a razor in my hand

And beg myself to stay

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I wish I had the guts

To slit my wrist tonight

And be rid of this harsh world.



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