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All my terrible memories

Running through my head

I'm losing all my energy

My body feels like lead

I hate being alone

To dwell in my pain

The hurting inside

Is taking over my brain

My history is so black

It changes my whole life

How long can I hold out

Should I use this knife

A momentary relief

Before I face my doom

I'm in a seperate world

As I hide in my room

In a few short moments

The pain will set me free

But I'm not sure I'll make it

The wait is killing me