I wish I wasn't here,
Never to exist in this world,
But unfortunately I must stay.
People don't see that I suffer,
With pain, agony and grief.
I think to myself
"One cut to bleed won't do any harm"
But one cut becomes many.
One deep slice on my neck,
Would make it all end.
But it never seems to work,
It just bleeds slightly.
People don't understand,
The life in which I have lived.
They all think its for attention,
Guess what-ITS NOT
Unless you lived like me,
YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND.

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