It Hurts
My head is pounding
My eyes are stinging
I'm done
I'm leaving
The voices are speaking
They want my wrist bleeding
It's my fault
I should die
The guilt is eating me alive
The pain I've kept at bay starts to thrive
Have to say goodbye
Why do I cry
Do I really need to live another day
Why do people think death is so bad anyway
Just sit and stare at the wall
I feel like my world is about to fall
He dropped my heart on spikes
Then wrapped it in barb wire
Before setting it on fire
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