Alone

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Alone

I sit alone

waiting for my time to end

tears running down my face

how can you do this to me?

anger fills my heart

Gone

i lie to hide

cut off from feelings

losing all sense of connection to others

Broken

where are you

i need you

Forever

i want to take a Razor to my wrist

gliding it slowly

blood appears

i feel no Pain

my only Friend….

fake smile

no one sees

scares on my wrist

I am ready

Good bye world…..

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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