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Tortured love


To cry out in anger To shed tears of hate Why are these caused by love? Can it be love tisnt good? Who, then, should not be a fool when they trust blindly in this object in this thing that in truth is so rare yet peopletake it as what its not? Is it right to be yourself if it hurts when you are? Is it bad to stick up for your beliefs if you already know you will be torn down again and again for it? Is the temptation to know something way too great to bear Thus screwing us over in the end? To lash out and hurt those you love To fall astray to what you are trying to achieve To die inside when you can't even shed a tear these things we do in the name of this false love Can we ever stop this horrid cycle or will disaster take its turn in this dreaded, unending nightmmare, the nightmare called life?
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I lost the one person i really cared about when i was 7. Now i am ok with it.. Well as ok as you can be. I lost others but he was the worst one. I became emo and suicidal. I am getting better now but to me, Suicide is extreme. It effects everyone around. I want to help others battling depression and suicide because i know how bad you need someone. One day, my cutting was really bad and i was really upset that day and i started cutting on the bus and not realizing it. I was struggling and crying but they stood by me and helped me through it, as they still are. I write to let the pen and paper take the place of a blade. I have scince i was little, it was my escape. wanna know more? My poetry tells my story. But not all of it. Im open about it but i have to be asked. Im random, spontaneous in actions, and crazy, but I am me and that wont ever change.

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