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Huddled in a corner, crying,

Knowing whats next, a kick,

The force shattering my ribs,

Ripping a hole in my lungs,

Gasping for breath while,

Bleeding inside.



I'm going to die,

I can feel my body crumbling,

I can't bear it any longer,

I reach for my blade,

My hands trembling.



The constant fear of death,

How it will feel, love escaped me,

I wanna be in another place,

Away from fear and pain,

And perpetual torture.



Burning my flesh forever,

As it cuts my wrist,

The blood leaving my body,

I'm passing out,

And forever asleep.