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My time is running out,

My life coming to an end,

My diary one long suicide note,

How did my life ever get like this?



My world a false illusion,

My outer “face” happy for others,

My inner “face” only sadness to me,

The feeling in my body is becoming numb.



Pain from silver coloured objects,

Time seeping away every second,

Slipping from the hour glass,

But not returning when tipped upside down.



You were my first love,

The first one I gave myself over to,

The only one I regret as I got older,

I don’t love you any more, leave me alone.



How is it that I still want you,

But at the same time hate you,

Why make me feel the way I do?

Hurting me, but also those around me too.