SuicideMature
The everyday life of a teenager
As I sit on the end of my bed,
I feel as if the rain is washing away my soul.
Drowning in a pool of never ending tears,
Staring down a razor blade and a box of pills.
But I am a simple being , Cornered by sharks
Every way I turn I am hacked and torn.
So why shouldn't I hack and tear at myself?

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