Suicide

Crush the pain that burns inside,
Show every cut and bruise you hide.
The knife as it cuts your skin,
shoves away the pain within.
The blood seeps from your wrists,
you're crying as you clutch your fists.
Wipe away the blood no more.
You can't hide under shirts anymore.
Every day you go through the same pain,
but losing your sanity is all that's gained.
Stop going through the suffering,
live on, and let go of everything.
It's too late now, just don't cry.
It's your own fault if you commit suicide.

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I wrote this when I was 13 for a friend.