Once, when I was close
So close to the edge
When I felt like any day would be my last
I felt a strong desire to live
So I told my mom how I felt
And her showed her my wrists
And she laughed
And she joked
And she teased me
And then she yelled
And then she made me feel like shit
And then she punished me
And all I could think is,
"Why did I think this better than dying?"
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What It Feels Like
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