Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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I see the red, smooth as silk running down my wrists, the smell of copper and sweet like licorice through my nostrils and while my pain is terrible nothing is worse than the pain inside my mind, the shadows follow me, collapsing on my body, they are there even in the day time. The darkness is always there and it will never go away, I see the world diffidently than everyone else. I look at the chalkboard and notice if I scribbled and inhaled I could swallow the dust and choke myself, I see a pencil and think that I could end it with lead poisoning, or i see glass and if it went in through my body and scissored my insides it could end it all. All of this mental pain will be over, and I would never suffer but there is one person that doesn't want me to go, and so I thank you for this.
I'm here for you and you for me, so thank you. That's the one reason I didn't swallow those pills or slit my throat.
Although there is still harm done to my body I'm still alive, I'm sorry for purposely hurting your creation that you have given so generously.