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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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