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If I died today, what would you do?
Feel sad? Horrible?
Or would you be happy?
He's a loser. We're better off without him.
Stupid fuck..
The list goes on..
There are numerous, various ways we can hurt ourselves, without actually hurting ourselves..
I guess that's what I do.
I would love to cut myself right now. I know I need it. Desperately. Fucking honestly, yes I need it.
But I don't cut. Don't' bite. Don't scratch till my neck bleeds..
This isn't an accomplishment.. This isn't a good thing..
So stop telling me it is.. Just stop it.. I don't want to hear that.

I was the little boy in class who loved to be alone.
Didn't talk much. Kept pretty quiet. Hurting, oh yes.
More than you can ever know.
But you didn't know. Did you?

You assume I'm a jack-ass. Rightfully so.
The boy who wanted to run away. Always stuck in the same place.

It doesn't matter. Just doesn't matter.
The boy wanted to scream but was too afraid to shout and be heard.
He tried.. Oh, he tried. He tried so hard.. He knew it was something.

This is worse than cutting.
Worse than anything..
The boy was scared. Staring at the razor blade.
Wanting, just a little.. just a little..
But didn't..
The blade, screams for blood.
The boy was tired..

The depression. Sadness.
It was toxic. Enveloping his every moment.
He drew a blue sky on white paper. Prayed for that one moment.
But it never came..
He wanted it..
But it didn't come.

the boy was crying inside..

~End~

Description
If I died today, what would you do?
Feel sad? Horrible?
Or would you be happy?
He's a loser. We're better off without him.
Stupid fuck..
The list goes on..
There are numerous, various ways we can hurt ourselves, without actually hurting ourselves..
I guess that's what I do.
I would love to cut myself right now. I know I need it. Desperately. Fucking honestly, yes I need it.
But I don't cut. Don't' bite. Don't scratch till my neck bleeds..
This isn't an accomplishment.. This isn't a good thing..
So stop telling me it is.. Just stop it.. I don't want to hear that.

I was the little boy in class who loved to be alone.
Didn't talk much. Kept pretty quiet. Hurting, oh yes.
More than you can ever know.
But you didn't know. Did you?

You assume I'm a jack-ass. Rightfully so.
The boy who wanted to run away. Always stuck in the same place.

It doesn't matter. Just doesn't matter.
The boy wanted to scream but was too afraid to shout and be heard.
He tried.. Oh, he tried. He tried so hard.. He knew it was something.

This is worse than cutting.
Worse than anything..
The boy was scared. Staring at the razor blade.
Wanting, just a little.. just a little..
But didn't..
The blade, screams for blood.
The boy was tired..

The depression. Sadness.
It was toxic. Enveloping his every moment.
He drew a blue sky on white paper. Prayed for that one moment.
But it never came..
He wanted it..
But it didn't come.

the boy was crying inside..

~End~