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Somehow Surviving

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by ZeldaLuanna

by ZeldaLuanna

I've been told
victims of depression
are strong—
that they're survivors.

I agree.

I've been told
victims of suicide
are weak—
that they took the easy way out.

I disagree.

I've been trying
to work up the courage
to slit my wrists—
my throat.

I can't do it.

And I don't even fucking know why.