The blade in my hand going down my wrist feels like heaven to me its the only escape i have for this world and the blood flowing down feels like my life matters for once seeing the blood drip to the floor i know i cut to deep and for once a smile appeared on my face because at that moment i would no longer live this awful life that never mattered to anyone, sitting on the floor my hand gets numb, and it feels like I'm free from my life and no one can change the feeling i feel, as i drift to internal sleep i pray that i will never wake again!
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You may want to add this poem to the category abuse as I think the image you have added at the top of the poem isn't suitable for everyone to view. Is this how you feel yourself? If it is, I wonder have you spoken to anyone about it? I felt like this for a long time myself and I never thought speaking to someone would help but it did. Either way, welcome to the site, if you have any questions please feel free to ask.
Laura,
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