I've cut up my wrist my thighs and I've run out of space. I need another razor, one that works n is sharper. At this point im just gonna try and kill myself and see if it works cause im tired. Cutting isnt enough anymore I need to kill myself. I need to find some pill in the house to do it I don't wanna be here anymore I'm tired.
I give up. I'm done. I don't like living feeling anything and i don't want to be here I GIVE UP. It's too much.
No one cares so no one will miss me. I need to find something to take me away from this place. I can't cut anymore it's not working I give up I'm done trying.
If I find something, if this works this will be my last poem. If not, if it doesn't work, this world hates me.
Thank you to all the people especially Just_agirl13 and whitehorse2003 for supporting me and my writing for so long it really meant a bunch to me. 🙂🙂🙂
I wish I could have met you guys in person, Katie lived so close I could've done it. If this doesn't work maybe I will.
If it does this is goodbye I guess
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I'm scared to go
But at the same time I'm ready
Who cares where I end up
My life was never steady
I don't want to be here
And I'm finally gonna leave
No more tears or pain
I'll finally find relief
I give up on life
She was never kind to me anyways
And soon I won't be alive
To see another day
Everyone will be better
If I was gone
And soon I will disappear
From a place I didn't belong
So goodbye
To everyone I know
It was nice knowing you
You put up a great show
We all know you'll forget me
I honestly hope you do
I was poison to you all
And you had no clue
Goodnight.
Goodbye.
Good day.
Good life.
This is the end of my story.
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