2/9/11 12:05pm

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Sorry my tablet screwed up on me.

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These years pass me

With the pain oc

People always

Having something to say

Mostly bad about

Me or my looks

Or my tears of that pain

They bring me

I watch as the

Schools change

Hoping the next

Years I'm at this school

That I can be myself

Without judgement

Constantly passing

Me for who I am

I wish that more

than a few, who understand

My hardships, will stop and start

Looking past the outter shell

Of me, the armor

I wear to protect

The inside of me

That all the people

Who judge and criticize

Will take a look

At the real me

Not just what I

Look like on the outside

I wish that everyone

Will see that I AM

Beautiful even though I wish

I could kill that "beauty"

That I could kill myself

It takes away all the

Problems that face me

But that is running

And I don't want to run

From this I need to

Stand and face this

Plauge upon me

And kill it for

Freedom that I

So desperatly need

Even as the depression

Starts trying to steal

Me even farther

To the place of blood and razors

Cutting into a poor child's

Wrist and small children

Putting that noose

Around their throats

And jumping; to let

Themselves hang

Off where they threw

Themselves and more little

Ones tying large

Rocks to their ankles

And diving into the water

So cold and unforgiving

And I'm forced to

Watch so many young

People take their lives

And turn blue with their struggles

Hoping that this won't

Visit me again

I wish for that world

To leave me alone

But it steals me

Once everyday; the world

Holds on me like a leech

Draining my body of all blood

Please to whomever

Gets a chance at reading

This sick and twisted

Demented poem

Be very carful at

What you may

Wish for. You never

Know what could happen

Try being happy

I'm deeply sorry

If it won't work, just

Don't take your life

Not how I did

You will regret it

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To make up for not posting a lot earlier, I'm going to post seven more times today.

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