Suicidal Night #1

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My blood shot eyes
My red stained wrist
Please tell me I didn't do this
I made a promise I knew I couldn't keep
I feel so empty
I feel so weak
We knew it would happen eventually
So please tell the world to stop and rest because I need to catch my breathe
I can't hold up this darkness on my own
My guardian angle was pain
Problems like this run up my wrist
I start to think about the end
What does it have in store
I'm not making it through the night.
-j.h

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