I am hated for being my tainted self,
Feeling the way i do is frowned upon,
The way i react to things is wrong,
When is something i do right?
Will someone tell me how to be to appease everyone,
MY strength is failing me as i wrap my arms around myself tighter trying not to give into the hated call of self regret.
This call is like a lullaby that soothes me when something like this happens.
But i must be strong! I scream internally hoping this will save my Torturered soul.
I fail and give in to the self regret and take deep breaths as the blade cuts deep into my valued wrists not really making the killing stroke but thinking hard about it.
"Is this the end for me?" I ask myself aloud, not knowing that someone would over hear these words for me.
But it was too late, whats done is done and can not be reverted back into its pure state.
Oh the blood, my crimson regret . I had never seen this much blood at one time, i smile twistedly as I started to feel light headed. These thoughts were my last, before i drifted to blackness.
I am not strong,
I am not Beautiful,
I am not pure person,
I am dead on the inside, hollowed out for all to see.
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