Thoughts
CC BY-NCEvery night I lay in bed with it.
Every day I cut with it.
Every day I want to…
Every night I hold it to my throat…
Every day I think would they even care if I did…
Every day I think it would be one quick motion then the pain will stop…
Every day I want to…
Every day I want to try, but I’m starting to give up…
Every day I lose hope…
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