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Written by Taeliwren
I stare at the ceiling, wondering why,
I wish, I dream, about wanting to die.

How would I do it – I think quietly –
In the night, stab myself stealthily?

These thoughts always riddle my mind,
To these emotions, most people are blind.

At night, I try to draw blood from my wrist,
But not truly wanting to enter Black Abyss.

Death is cruel but life is worse,
Sometimes I just want to be rid of this curse.

I sing, I write to express these emotions,
But never does it stop my knife’s motions.

To no one can I speak of this depression,
Not even those who allow its expression.

It may hurt those around me,
But far worse is this pain inside of me.
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