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I cut myself three times,

Scalpel to wrist-I don't care;

I just want to die anyways.

The blood runs through lines in my skin;

I could care less of all I've been through

Since the time I got out

Of the Mental Institution-

I just want all the pain to go away

And never come back-it will.

I'll kill myself and my life will be

No more-To the point of life's mindless games.

I cut and think only of the pain-

Why did you leave?

Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?

Those questions, being left untouched

Are the key triggers to my death wish;

They are the key to my life's misery-

The pain is just too real anymore.

The morbid thoughts that run

Straight through my head are not

What cause the mental breakdowns

Are causing to me-they are just

The Goddesses of the Goths whispering

To one another and me what my

Future might hold-the healing Goddess

Is there listening but doesn't dare interrupt.

She is helping to heal those whose

Families need healing desperately.

She is willing to help anyone who

Is in desperate need of healing and comfort.

I want to die-but the goddesses

Of the Goths are gently holding me back

They are encouraging me to move on-

They tell me they want to help me heal;

I know they and the healing goddess herself

Will do anything to protect me from

Ever hurting myself and my life.

I decide to stop the suicidal act-

My online friends would miss me-

You would miss me-

Everyone who knows me wil miss me.

I decide to pull through it somehow.

I still have thoughts of killing myself-

I still want to die;

I still think of suicide as the only option.

I do know that suicide is not an option

Unless it is a temporary problem.