Give me hell

I see my reflection

In the mirror

My eyes are blurred

My color's clear

I slash my wrist,

It's oh so bad,

The world is hell

It makes me mad

Must you pretend?

Treat me like crap?

Pretend I don't have feelings?

I'm sick of that.

I fall to the ground, 

Oh so weak

I feel like crap

My head starts to sink.

All the blood is shed,

I clean it up

I walk slowly to my bed

No they scream

Enough of that!

I drift to sleep slowly,

Unable to think

And wake up dead 

Better then I think.

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[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Moving!