I'm over it!
seriously am...
wanting to place that blade against my skin and take one last breath,
hoping then people will realize I'm not healthy...
insults may be small but they dig inside me and urging me closer
feel alone, depressed... alienated... wanting to no longer exist...
god, where did it all go... the happiness... the clear vision of my life... its all gone... down a spiraling hole... never to appear again...
thoughts of the past and present... making me unstable...
i cant hold it all in now... feeling weak!
closing my eyes for all eternity... seems so simple doesn't it...
to let it all out and then not realizing what can possibly happen...
I'm not strong... may seem it, but its a cover
I'm not strong i break with every word out of their mouths...
looking at this dagger... aiming it closer... wanting it all to end...
but only one person comes to mind... He will look at me, and slowly take that sharp instrument away and hold me... making me feel safe... and the urge slowly dies... along with myself...
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