![]() S-U-I-C-I-D-A-LA Poem by .:Lu:.
I learned to spell, before first grade
And now, I think it hurts too much. Because now, I can tell others how I am And not just my fun, bubbly self. C-U-T-T-E-R A person who slashes Maybe for no good reason But I have a dark way D-E-P-R-E-S-S-E-D A long state of sadness Mine is caused by abuse Both physical, and emotional E-M-O-T-I-O-N-A-L-L-Y U-N-S-T-A-B-L-E Someone who is easily tipped over To the point of violence Or even breakdown S-U-I-C-I-D-A-L I try to take my own life Because I sometimes think That it's the only way H-U-R-T Scarred beyond reason And sometimes even Scarred forever and blinded H-O-P-E-F-U-L For something to come up That eventually saves me And takes away the rest.
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