Its the middle of the night you hear the clock going *Tic Toc Tic Toc*, the sound of the late night ocean waves surround you. Your begging for the pain to end. Your crying, your screaming into the pillow fighting yourself! The weapon of pain ending suffering right next to you. Its like I have the urge to cut from all the bull crap in my life the abuse, the bullying, everything, I can't take it anymore. But I keep staying strong for my old, loving grandmother. Shes tge cloest thing to my heart. I repeat "I can't, I cant, I have to stay strong for her." But the next thing I know, that blade kissed my wrist, and the bad feeling left.
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My Angel
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