We carry around so much pain.
Splitting open one last vein.
Fighting to end it on our own.
Shredding skin to the bone.
How many times you werent there.
Ill end the pain someday I swear.
All those times you had lied.
In the blink of an eye, suicide.
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To End the Pain
RandomThis is a poem I wrote recently to describe the pain that some people with depression have to go through daily.
