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Hiding in my mind



The only place you can't find



Thinking of ways to die



Trying so hard to not cry



It's been one week with out sleep



These suicidal thoughts continue to creep



Constant confusion



Don’t know if it’s real or an illusion



I should be locked away



Never again to see the light of day



It’s so dark in my head



That I’d rather be dead



No one seems to understand



I like the blood in my hand



There’s nothing worth living for



And I don’t want to suffer any more



Is every one blind to see my pain



Harder and harder it is each day to act sane



I can’t see beyond this point in time



I don’t care if you think suicide is a crime



So here I go, tying the rope



Giving up, there is no hope



Put my head through the hole



Death by suicide is my goal