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[title] => Unfixable.
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[bodytext] => I can't Handle the pain no more. Im broken, all fear & deep inside all torn. Days like this I just wish that I were never born. My depression getting stronger, I may not be here much longer. Everyday I think too much, getting down, all tears no laugh. I am hurting yet your blind to see. People these days won't let me be. Anger & pain fill my veins. Or am I only saying this in full of spite and vain. I wanna rip the flesh of my bones. If only you could see behind. See behind my hidden doors. See me hurt, blood dripping on the floor. Only time till I pull that rope tight. Tight against my neck. My face all black and blue. Then I might mean something to you. No don't then say you care, because before I took that step you left alone, cold & bare. No idea the feelings I enclose. You have no idea my pain that flows. I will go, I'm on edge of breaking. Try stop me good luck. To feel the way I do, wake up every morning wishing I'd never woke. Suicide no selfish thing. I have my reasons, do you wish for me to share? A long time ago I used to care. I still do, just not for me. Sexually abused as a child. Bullied through school. Hit by my father, you'd not expect from my mother but hit by her too. The people who are supposed to protect. I feared and ran away. I ran away too many times, got put in to classes locked in rooms I can't escape. Placed me on pills, them I refuse to take. Kicking and screaming I hated that place. High school came they still made me go back to that crazy place. Bullied for being to skinny, names for being to tall. Till this day I still get names for being my height. A girl who was only 12 you wouldn't think would have thoughts to commit. She did... I did. College now six week till I finish. More to life, but for how long can I hold on. Everyday, every night it's all just to much a fight. Maybe it's my time, my time to go and see the light. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 13 [informant] => LauranHyde [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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