Untittled

i hate myself so i slash my skin the blood drips down my arm along with the feelings within but i have gone to far i cut a little to deep i quit the game and slowly await defeat they found me in the morning floating in a pool of blood people smiling all around cuz for me they did not love at my funeral no one comes they play outside in the burning sun in my coffin i cry and cry tears of happiness cuz i just died.
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hey...
I'm really sorry that i didn't comment on here before i left the other comment. Sorry.

Joanna
Hey im james,
i was readin your other diary i think? abouttobreak? is that you? Well im really sorry to hear about what you tried to do. But your right, it needs to stop sweety. There is a reason you are alive. You are worth too much for your life to go to waste. Ill pray for you a lot i hope to hear from you. if you need to talk im here for you, I promise. Take care and God bless

James
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did you write those poems..if so you are very talented..stay strong.

-jaclyn
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