As I write these words on this page,
Tears of rage roll down my face,
Feelings of hatred run through my veins,
All of my thoughts are making me insane.
A blade in one hand to help me forget,
Each cut is for every person that ever left,
Laying on the floor, blood running down my arm,
Who knew one person could cause so much harm?
Each memory shatters me more and more,
My body is numb, my heart is tore,
The perfect life I thought I had,
Has turned into a hell that no one should have.

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