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A cry for help.


A scratch that you can never itch, A hole you can never stitch, A dark road is all you can see, Alone by myself.... Just me. Don't ask about the darkness that consumes my brain. Don't whisper about me, I can hear you, I'm not insane.... Please leave me alone I have my own monsters to fight.. I deserve to be alone anyway I know deep down I'm not right. I'm a outcast in society, So I hang my head to hide, I don't want your help, I have to much pride. The truth is, I am really scared.. If I end it I don't think anybody would really care... Maybe it would be easier to end everything instead of trying to fight.... I need freedom, I have to do what's right... Looking over the cliff the sun was going down, It was peaceful sunset, An orange fireball with a spikey crown. A perfect place to say goodbye, A beautiful place in which to die... Tears stream down my face, I'm not sure... Am I ready to leave this dark place, Maybe when I'm a spirit i will feel only happiness and light, No darkness anymore, no neverending fight... It's time to go now It feels like pure bliss.... Two steps forward, I fall. I meet with deaths kiss. Goodbye.
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