(An original poem by me.)– “Sorry … they one.”

When i was in a very dark place i wrote this. Sort of like my suicide letter.
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Her eyes were blood shot red.
So were her wrists.
She fell to the ground.
She pleaded for help.
Her smile faded.
Her life, she waited.
She was tired of fighting.
Tired of lying and acting like she was fine.
She gave up on herself including her life.
She wrote a letter saying “goodbye.
I hope you had fun ruining my life.”
It was sent to noone…
Except for the voices in her head.
They screamed at her saying, “die!”
She whispered…
“Already did.”

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