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There's a rotting emptiness called anguish,

It's understood in every language.

A bleak crushing sensation,

That's known in every nation.

For me it started in adolescence,

My turn to learn of its unpleasance.

The emptiness that churned inside me,

The rage and pain that burned was frightning.

And I'm still figuring out what happened,

When all my hopes and dreams were flattened.

Deluged by what I thought was fake blood,

I tried so hard, but couldn't wake up.

Went only where my fears would take me,

And I'm just finally now escaping.

Could not hold both control and reality,

I jeopardized both my own life and morality.

****It's getting too hard to hide these scars,

New cuts cover where the old ones are.

I can only shake my head in disgust and disgrace,

But I caused the problems in the first place.

It's hard to stop myself from killing me,

When all along I've done it willingly.****

     - Lo Ruhamah