Copyright Marie

Crying to myself every night.
Living life everyday is a fight.
Feelings of torture and pain.
All it takes is a knife finding a vein.
Ending it quickly is my desire.
Whether it be in a car accident or a fire.
To chicken to do it intentionally.
I don’t want to hurt my friends and family.
Confused and ashamed about why I cry.
All I really know is that I wish I could die.
But until my time of death comes to set me free.
I guess I have to suffer being me.


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