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i'm aiming for bottom
i can only start there
so helping me up
isn't really helping me

truthfully

i don't trust the ladders
or dainty white lifelines
that offer to save
me from suffering

needlessly

what i really crave
is the tenderness of bruises
your shiny boots kicking me
like they used to do

constantly

reminding me of lies
i believed to be real
building up confidence
and self esteem

erroneously

so now you've changed
now you respect me
now you so want to help
i only have one request

honestly

Just hold my hand
firm and steady
keep me from shaking
so I can slit my wrists

cleanly

Then leave me.

The End

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