I want to die;
but he won't admit he cries.
I'm fine;
just another lie.
I'm just tired;
but death is what he desired.
I'm alone;
it's been shown.
help;
the last words he'd ever write,
on his wrist.
- H.H.
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Written With Suicidal Thoughts
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