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Hurting so badly, I want it to end.

Death looks so beautiful, I cannot pretend.

Picture the blade cutting my fair skin

but I just can't do it; I hold it in.

One more day, a thousand more lies,

hoping to wake up not wanting to die.

I watch my daughter become more like me

and it kills me when she asks for therapy.

This is my doing, I am to blame.

Yet day after day, I remain the same.

I do nothing but want it all,

hating those who rise as I continue to fall.

If there is a devil, he is inside of me,

for I'm certain these feelings will burn eternally.

But for now, I'll sleep, just close my eyes,

and hope I wake not wanting to die.