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Depressed.

I cry.

I want to Die........

This Mess.

You caused.

My Heart To Lie......

No More.

I quit.

I just Can't Take It...

THis Pain.

Is too Real.

So surreal...

This harm.

I cause myself.

TO get away from the pain I feel....

This Cut.

This slash.

Upon my wrist...

This Lie.

I Live.

With a chaotic Twist....

This anger.

I have been driven to.

Only leaves me Numb...

This mess up Reality.

As all I have succumbed to.

These sadistic thoughts that you so cautiously subdue

I'm tired of this misery.

So I bid to you, Adieu.

I am sorry to say it.

But I am through...........