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March 25, 2013

Valerie I look down on me and see myself laying there helplessness and cold and I begin to realize how realize how real this is, I am gone. I am no longer living no longer breathing, dead. I begin to cry but no tears come down my face, no feeling arises from my body. What have I done? What has become of me? What will everyone think of me and think how I passed? I am going to have a panic attack, but at the same time, again, I don’t feel. I can’t touch, I can’t smell, nor can I breath so what does it matter?Mom and Dad, I am so sorry, please stop crying. I am right here. I am so sorry for the pain, I would give and do anything right now to take it all back. I never wanted to hurt you, I never wanted to cause anyone such pain.

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savigirl14Jun 3, 2014

<p>Very true. Poems relieve a lot of anger and confusion and many other emotions. But yes i have had feeling and actions. You should read my poems and tell me what you think.</p>

TXgirlMay 3, 2014

Have you ever experienced feelings that lead to suicide? P.S. I don't think anyone wants to go public with their darkest thoughts, not in the comments section. I mean, why comment when you can write a poem?

savigirl14May 1, 2014

<P>Please don't let this happen to you or anyone else :/ If you need to talk post on my comments I'll be there for anyone who needs me</P>

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