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My head is sore and it hurts to swallow. My bodies cold and my heart is hollow. I try to breathe, but my lungs wont rise. I try to stop crying, but i cant dry my eyes. Im sorry i cant go on, I cant continue to hurt, continue to lie continue to let these words be my only escape. The page is blurring, and this pencil is shaking. My heart is aching for this all to be over. For my heart to stop breaking. Youve shown me more than anyone, and ive given all i have. But theres always one more word, one more action one more thing, to make me doubt that im your everything...

The sky is full with these stars so bright. Fading in the distance, a trailling gleam of hope. Insignificant and fragile, death by day, birth by night. Watching from my window, skin bare against the world. Legs crossed and thoughts begin to fade hands playing with this razor blade. All that ive known, all that ive hoped, drifting away with self control. All of my love, all of my life, sinking deeper as i go. Ive never said just what i thought, ive never done just what i want. But nothing matters in this razor blade game. My thoughts are fleeting, my heart is beating, my mouth is dry, my hands are cold. I should be happ