Slash

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I'm afraid...

Slash--look, it went away

I'm hungry...

Slash--I don't have to eat today

They're fighting...

Slash--can't hear them now

It hurts...

Slash--I'm sleeping, see how?

She hates me...

Slash--her life, not mine.

What problem?

Slash--see, I'm just fine.

Counseling?

Slash--forget it, I won't.

Why should I live?

Slash--now I don't

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A/N: This is one of my non-romantic poems, obviously. I've known many people in my life that felt as if they had to cut themselves to escape, or to find pleasure, though many did seek the first. I almost wanted to see what it was like--what the 'big deal' was--but then I took a look around me and decided it wasn't worth my life or my health to 'follow the crowd.' People that cut themselves aren't always obvious, some aren't as they seem--and some really need help...so I would suggest to anyone reading this that, if this sounds like you, I would advise you to seek assistance, for the sake of your loved ones if not yourself. Just a suggestion from a recovering Depression victim who knows how it feels.