can i talk to you because i really need someone to vent to, and no one else gives a fuck about my well being, so i have been sitting in the loneliness of my mind, the only comfort coming from the screaming voices inside, pondering my own existence and contemplating whether it is even worth it to stay alive, close to slicing my veins, i will not, not for anyone else but for my own sake, so that i will not have the burden of life with these scars, i will just leave mental ones in my mind, so for now i will cry with the intention to wash all of the pain out along with my tears, which will not suffice, for i have tried too many times and never been satisfied until the blood is dripping from my arm.
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alone
Poetry"Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate." ~Germaine Greer
