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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