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AOnceSuicidalPoet

Published: Oct 1, 2013

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I'm fine
I'm not fine, please help me

Enough about me
I'm hiding something

I'm recovering
I'm just saying that.

I need you
I'm about to attempt suicide

I'm just tired
I can't take this anymore

I already ate
I can't eat. I want to starve

Go Away
Don't leave. Care enough to stay.

I love you
You're the one person I trust

I don't love you any more
I do, I just don't want to hurt you.

I'm cold
I've cut, I don't want you to see the scars

I'm better, I promise
I'm the worst I've been, I lied

I'm okay
I want to die

Just one more
I'm not going to stop.

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Our words. Our words are a new language. Forever lying, forever wanting people to show their love.

I fell victim to these words, and now I stand alone.

Lani, ASuicidalPoet xo

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Mithrandiir

Feb 4, 2014

Brilliant work... i know i use a lot if these phrases as well - hoping for someone to discover the lie...
Sendig u lots of love and hoping u are better now? Msg me if u need someone to talk too...

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