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I fell limp in your arms

and retreated to the bedroom.

I curled up in bed and 

wrapped myself in blankets.

Sometimes it's better 

not to leave the house.

At least then no one 

can hurt me or reject me.

I had enough of that 

for one weekend. 

Then I let the tears flow

and the despair envelop me.

I wanted the pain to end,

and I only saw one way out.

And the thoughts grew

darker and darker for hours.

How I would do it

that would hurt the least. 

I had enough of that 

for one weekend.