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Poetry

This is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...

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Darkness

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by Freedomhunter102

by Freedomhunter102

My God, my god set me free.

My torture is so great.

Each day is so painful.

This depression is using me.

It is using me like a tool.

I find no peace, only darkness.

Dear death, I wish you would live,

Live inside of me and kill me.

I can’t take this torture.

I can’t take this pain.

I hate my life.

I only want to cut.

But I know it won’t help.

I want to feel physical pain,

Pain from a knife,

Dear God, take me to heaven.

I can’t bear this anymore.

Death seems like the only heaven.

The only heaven I will ever find.

I started cutting,

I cannot stop,

I don’t know what to do.

I want to only cut.