I tryed to kill myself the other night.
Razor blade in hand, dieing in mind
I didn't think I'd go that deep.
Didn't think it would have been this bad.
Rushing to the hospital.
Trying not to pass out.
Loosing so much blood.
I didn't mean to do it.
I'm sorry.
This shouldn't have happened.
It's all my fault.
I think the worse thing is all the attention.
I didn't want any of it.
Didn't need more people to know I want to die.
Do I want to die?
No.
I don't.
I thought what we had was love.
I loved you so much why did u leave me?
I hate you.
Crying.
Kicking.
Screaming.
You only hurt me.
I hate you.
Your such an asshole.
I miss you.
Killing yourself isn't like in the movies.
It's so far from it...
It's not that easy.
It hurts.
But the funny thing is,
Is that it's not the cut or stiches that hurt me the most.
But the thought of my dieing.
The fear I wouldn't make it.
The scar that's left there to remind me.
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Depredation
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