For a dear friend thanks for holding on to life



Nobody cares for me in this world,

wishing to end all this heartfelt pain.

Physically pain can not exist,

I could care less about being hit.

So why does he hit me?

I never break.

I feel my life slipping away,

as I allow my emotions to consume me.

There is no reason to live,

nobody would care except a few.

I take a knife out of the drawer,

then wonder to myself.

What is life worth when you can end it yourself?

Not knowing anything about my pain,

what is the sorce of all this pain?

Was it confusion, despair?

Or just life's trials?



You'd better keep hanging on....

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