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- Parts 19
- Time 28m
Ongoing, First published Jan 20, 2017
Mature
I'm sorry, but I need help. Suicide is the only thing I think about. I cut myself, and stab myself, and just fuck myself up. This is some of the poetry I have written about the horrible person I am. I know it's depressing, and I know that not all of it is clear, but please enjoy it, and just post some inspirational comments or something, alright?All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- The Struggle In My SoulFri, Jan 20, 2017
- A Cutter's ThoughtsFri, Jan 20, 2017
- EmotionsFri, Jan 20, 2017
- No More DenialFri, Jan 20, 2017
- Let MeFri, Jan 20, 2017
- The Old Me v. Who I've Become (The True Confession of a Cutter)Fri, Jan 20, 2017
- DeathFri, Jan 20, 2017
- RealityFri, Jan 20, 2017
- A Losing Battle - The Truth of Pain and Suicide (The Struggle In My Soul Pt. 2)Fri, Jan 20, 2017
- The Fucked-Up Life of a CutterFri, Jan 20, 2017
- Christmas In a Mental HospitalFri, Jan 20, 2017
- UntitledFri, Jan 20, 2017
- Untitled (part 2)Fri, Jan 20, 2017
- Self-DestructionFri, Jan 20, 2017
- These Needles, This Self-InflictionFri, Jan 20, 2017
- Saturday NightMon, Jan 23, 2017
- Fucking BullshitTue, Jan 24, 2017
- To The Friends I've Lost Because of My Self-HarmWed, Jan 25, 2017
- This Love, This HateFri, Jan 27, 2017
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