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Feeling so broken

and depressed.

I feel so lost.

I’ve lost all my hope

And I’ve fallen from the top.



I try hanging

on the edge

But I slip

and fall down

Down into the

darkness



I’m alone.

Even by the ones,

Who should love me;

I’m being tortured.

They are making my

Suicide dream real.



I want to escape the pain.

And run away,

but I have no where to go.

All I’m good at is failing.

Nothing is good.



So I think, I want to be death.

I want to be gone.

Away from the pain.



Put me six feet under,

Let me lie in my blood.

Alone in my coffin.

And don’t pretent to cry.

Pretending to miss me.

You only miss to turtore me.



My Suicide Dream has become a reality!