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This is a poem about an ongoing thought of wanting to end it all.. Not my feelings of course though, just a poem.. Comment please, and feel free to read some of my others!

P.s. I know O probably could have picked a better title, but I couldn't come up with one :S


Submitted:Feb 3, 2013    Reads: 13    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


I wake up each day with the same thought in my head.

Wishing everything was over.

Wishing I were dead.

And each day I rise,

I rise with the same pain.

Cutting straight lines into my thighs.

Only to heal again.

And each night,

I fall upon my throne of knives.

Gripping the handle tight.

Wishing to never again rise.





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