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The End

I can't seem to hold myself together. Ending it all seems to make me feel better.

I'm broken and like glass, I hurt myself trying to fix myself. I thought I've been though enough but surprise there's always some else.

I don't want your fucking help, keep me broken. I'm tired of all this and hope you've spoken.

The things I love have been hurting me. Keeping me from being what I want to be.

I'm torn I can't keep this up. What's been running thin is my luck.

Get away from me I don't want to be saved. I wish I've been unscathed.

Unscathed from all this bullshit. And now I think this is it.

I'm so fucking confused on how to feel. My imagination has kept me from what's real.

"I don't know how I feel or what I want"

Like I said I don't want your help, you hear me? I'm too broken...don't you see?...