I'm sorry.
Sorry I let you down.
Sorry I didn't, couldn't,
Hold out, keep it together.
I let you down.But I could take it no longer.
She's still my friend,
But only a friend.
It
Kills
Me.
I can't,
Won't,
Stop talking to her.
It's tough,
But with my blade,
I'll
Survive.
I could take it no longer.
The pain,
The suffering,
The heartache,
The lust,
The longing.
I grabbed it from the shelf.
I ripped it over my arm,
Watching the blood pour.
Then mom came in.
I told her I was fine,
I didn't need her help.
She refused to listen.
~The Unloved Kazuko
Author notes
I wrote this not for the enjoyment of writing something morbid, but because I absorbed it from my personal experience as a pained and troubled writer. Thank you, for those of you who took the time to read this.
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You have a lot of courage, putting yourself out there. So thanks, you are helping others by sharing.
Again, you write so clearly, your words are simple, but it's so effective in conveying these feelings. I applaud your Mom, she really wants on to help, I think there's love there. Don't shut her out, okay 
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I won't...much. But she thinks I need her help. I just need a tube of neosporin and I'll be okay DX
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