Poems. My storys into words.

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How do you tell someone you want to die.

You don't want to tell someone and make them upset.

You don't want to hurt anyone else.

But your hurting yourself.

You don't want to tell someone and ask for help because your afraid of the looks and stares.

There's no fear.

Your just ready to go.

Ready to leave this earth.

Your just simply ready.

I was just getting better.

This feeling is back.

And just as strong as it was in the begging.

I don't want this with me.

I don't want to hurt my friends.

And makes them feel like they have to watch me 24/7 like a child.

Constantly thinking I'm going to hurt myself

I don't want people to worry about me anymore.

I can't do anything right anymore.

Everything I do hurts some one.

I feel no point in being here anymore

I'm not wanted nor needed.

So theres no point of staying.