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Consider this vented
Not the first time I've felt like this
Not the first urge to slit my wrists
Overwhelmed by the life I live
Emptied out of all the fucks I give
Everything has a bitter aftertaste
No future left, just an empty space
The world around me is just a waste
Might as well kill myself in haste
My razor is like a lucky charm
Hot and sticky flowing out my arms
Reminiscing of all past self harm
No letter or notes to give alarm
Hopped up on pills just to feel happy
Gone before anyone could stop me
Never wanted anyone to feel pity
Now everyone can carry on without me
Published 5th Jun 2014
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5th Jun 2014 1:30pm
5th Jun 2014 3:36pm
I've never really thought about "after" life.... Just escape lolz I wouldn't be able to say anyway ;)
8th Jun 2014 6:11am
Whenever I see suicide poems I always say; suicide is not the answer, there is more to life, this is just a down time.
With that aside, this poem is blunt, and the pain is understood, which makes it relatable.
With that aside, this poem is blunt, and the pain is understood, which makes it relatable.
