Hurting and Dying
I sit here with the music on high and still I hear nothing all I hear is crying and something fall from my hand. I notice that I’m the one who is crying I look down at the floor and there’s a razor with blood on it but who’s I look at my arms and there’s blood my blood…..
My family is hurting by what I do to myself, there crying and disappointment in their voices I do not hear. I can’t hear anything around me all I hear is the slow beating of my heart when I put the razor to my arm, but I still feel nothing…..
My soul is dieing; my body is hurting and suffering…..
Every night I wish my suffering and the suffering I’m giving will just end one day. Would anybody even miss me if I leave this world forever and never come back? This world would be better without me init…..
My soul, my body, and my mind are dieing…..
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