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I'm torn.
There's no way out.
For if I die, I hurt the one I love.
But if I stay, I go through torture
Violence
Hurt.

Walking on the shards of a broken heart,
Not shattered by lost love,
But by being unwanted
Unneeded
Unseen.

Like an old shack
In the center of town
In the way
No use for
A thousand forgotten memories.

Conversations are like distant achievements
Hard to come by easily
To anyone
Strangers
Family
Loved ones.

Bloodshed is the only way
Inflicting pain on myself
Rather than the others doing so
Makes it better
I'm in control
But then I am accused

Attention seeking
Stupid
Foolish
No.

The attention, I lack, agreed
But I hide the scars,
Not show them
Or try not to
I do want attention
But not like this
Not this way

Stupid, Foolish,
Possibly
But what to you recommend?
What do you suggest?

You don't know what it's like
So much going on in my head
Wishing for my death to come upon me
Yet wishing to stay alive.

Decisions are unclear
Forgotten
Unimportant
But to me
They're everything

I need them.
I need help.
I can't take any more
It's too much.