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Slit my wrist,
I lay to die.
Out of my mind.
Yet the body stays stiff like cement.
Please,I beg you dear,
leave your sins at the door.
Where 'O' where is your God ?
After life, after no life at all.
Now, or, then.
Came the funeral.
Beautiful when dead.
He kissed my lips
So pale, dark eyes, red lips,
black dress.
I lay in the box.
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Suicide Note
I grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen. Tears ran down my face as I quickly scrawled a message to my friends. I had six. They were the only things that had kept me going for so long. After I was finished writing, I put the piece of paper into an envelope and wrote their names on the front. Underneath their names, I wrote not to open the box until the letter had been read. Then I put the small velvet box next to the envelope and put them on the corner of my desk. They were the only things there, they would get noticed instantly.
I snuck into my parents bedroom. Neither of them were home, so no one
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The Voices
How can you not understand
I just wish to take a different road
The one down under
Just for a little while
I would like to be alone with myself
And the voices inside my head
Can't you hear them?
They just want me to experiment
A couple of inhalants
Down a few bottles
Maybe even sniff a couple of lines
Just for the excitement
This life has become so dull
In this boring town
With the same 'ol surroundings
Nothing ever happens here
So lets take a turn
Maybe for the worse
Or even just for fun
I need to learn from my own mistakes
And not be told how to live my life by you
Unless you walk in these shoes
And live with th
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My Personal Hell
Please. Don't assume you know my life just because you have seen a couple of my scars.
Even if you have taken a razor to your skin, needing to see the blood flow, needing the pain.
Even if you have stood under a shower that was as hot as you could physically stand it.
Even if you have closed your eyes while in said shower, and pictured the water running down your chest was actually blood, pouring from a wound on your neck.
Even if you have cried yourself to sleep every night because that's the only time you can break down without anyone seeing.
Even if you have walked down the street, resisting with every fiber of your being, the urge
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Yay, suicide.