Alone.
My head filled with questions.
Why?
Why does my heart hurt so.
filled with this pain inside.
I sit alone in the Darkness.
No one for comfort.
No one to hear my cries.
Thoughts of suicide fill my head.
No outlet for this pain.
With my eyes filled with tears.
My wrist is my vent.
To ease the pain.
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