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Don't cut your wrist
and don't cut your thighs.
Don't get pissed
just show the world that you're alive.
Pull up your sleeves
show what you hide.
Not for us, But for yourself please
I’m an optimist. But even I can tell.
Our world is hurting; for some it’s living hell.
People are blind to the truth. They say there are no absolutes.
We’re living without hope, just trying to make it through.
I feel like I'm letting you down, by letting go and leaving this town.
These words fumble from a trembling man, a wanderer traveling to a whole new land.
I'm crying I'm sorry, I'm flooding this city.
I stare absent minded at the open word font.
My hands type words vigorously
as they appear one by one on my computer screen
flowing just as I planned them to.
They are my weapon, a way to defend myself.
How will I die?
Does that computer look like it is going to short?
Why is he up high enough to fall off?
Does the dream about my death mean anything?
These question plague my mind