I cannot deal with the inside,
The pain is strong,
I feel too weak,
I can't go on,
I cannot speak.

This hurts so much,
I cry and wheap,
I want to die,
This is getting to steep.

Depression in near,
No it's all ready here,
This is the time that I have to fear.

The lines,
They blurr,
They cross eachother,
I know I can't cry out to my mother.

I cringe my fists,
I grab the knive,
I stick it in my chest,
Where there is much strife.

I lay in pain,
I lay in my blood,
This isn't a game,
But it is like a flood.

I've taken my path,
I've chosen suicide,
I cannot laugh,
And I cannot deal with the inside.

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