Written With Suicidal Thoughts

The It.

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It claws at my ribs, trying to escape

It screams in my head, forcing to be heard

It shakes my body, making me feel every pain of it

It chokes me, not letting me getaway

It takes over, controlling my aspects in any way it wants to

It blames me, telling me I could have said no

I could have fought it.

It will never let me forget, it has long ago buried itself inside of me,

and had no intentions of leaving.

- H.H.