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Paper Cut

I’ve tried so hard to stop living. You would think that killing yourself is the easiest thing to do, but it’s like trying to give yourself a papercut on purpose. Sometimes accidents happen, and you turn the page a little too quickly, and you wince as you look at your bleeding finger, as it stings

Who Are You?

Who are you? I shouldn’t say, I don’t mean anything. You take from me. You could help me but you won’t. Resentfully, I don’t know if you get it. I’m broken. One hinge is pulled apart, you have been rough with me. And yet, I wish you had come home because it was cheerful for

February 24, 2017

Darkness has overpowered me. I think I see a light, but no, it is my own dying soul. 3 feet wide, 73 inches deep, this hole in the ground, Is devouring me all. Eating it up, hour by hour, day by day, while I am waiting for my fate, To strike and release the pain