Break

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A week of peace I needed to go on
Because I simply didn't have the brawn

To go on, giving without fail
My mind was trapped in a gale

Of torment of pain
Of my friend's terrible bane

Her mind torments her day and night
And it tears at my soul to see the sight

The blood on her neck
So much more than a speck

She cut so many times in fear
Despite my desperate attempts to cheer

Her pain hurts me more than she does know
My fear for her continued to grow

My very soul cries out in pain
Even as the torment targets my brain

I want to curl up and hide
Or simply give up and glide

Off a cliff, down a hole
Or even just give me a rope and pole

But I can't, it'd hurt the ones I care for
And I don't want to be the one that tore

Their hearts apart in my desperate flight
All because I don't have the might

This poem written in a moment of weakness
Instead of staying hidden in meekness

But, I ask you to forgive me
Please, listen to my desperate plea

I'm tired, I'm worn, I'm ready to break
But instead I have to pretend and be fake

I struggle to hide my sorrow and pain
Even though I know it will drain

My ability to help, to be the rock
All I need is the ability to block

I just need to cling to this tiny bit of hope
Just so I can continue to cope

But... I have a confession to make
Something that's keeping me awake

I'm in pain almost every day
Even though I try to keep it at bay

I'm at the edge of the abyss
The world growing dark with a hiss

I want to give up and cry
But...I'd get hate if I say I wish to die

I must ask something of you
Would you still love me if I do?

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Hey guys... Cassia here... I...I'm sorry...
I've tried... And tried... And tried...

But... It's never enough. What would you do?

Self harm ISN'T an option! One of my best friend​s KEEPS CUTTING herself, time and fúcking time again! I've tried to calm her, I even got help for her, and STILL she hurts her wonderful self!
What am I supposed to even do anymore?!

...

I'm sorry...

Until next time with many regrets,
~©@$$/@

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