' 'suicide' 'overdose'

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the pain reminds me of what i've done stinging  burning lashing  all the way up my forearms and my thighs so i can feel it for days on end the dark red blood that stains the carpet
All I Ever Wanted Was To Stop FeelingI Wanted It To Go Away For GoodNo One Is Listening; Is Anyone There?They Keep Fighting; I'm Losing This BattleWhy Are They Here To Begin With?
Sorry, I’m n/a; I went m.i.a. There really isn’t much to say. I really wish it wasn’t this way. But guess what, it is! I’m sad, depressed abs pump my self full of chemical after chemical. I fuck up, I steal, I space out and you get hysterical.
of all the people i want to kill, and your name is pretty close to the top of the list, the person i want to kill most of all: Myself.
do you feel my brush strokes as i spread the paint across this page my art comes in words and my heart comes in pieces Because of you.
“You’re not alone.
The stark reality fades away making way for medicated highs I just can't take this world no more there's no room here for my Queer soul Taking pills in rounds of 5 feeding my will to die
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