A Letter Was Written
A Day Was Set
A Place, Time And Year
Enough Was Enough
Couldn’t Handle The Pain Anymore
Memories Resurface Every Now And Then
Crying Myself To Sleep
Only To Waking Up At The Midnight To Remember Everything.

A Sharp Blade Sits Beside Me Every Day,
Sometimes Wishing To Never See The Light Of The Next Day
Why Does One’s Heart Feel This Heavy?
Doesn’t Matter How Much I Share It’s Just Not Enough.

I’m Never Good Enough
No More Tears Left To Cry.

Am I Feeling Pain For Planning To Leave My Family?

Maybe Or Maybe Not.
But Finally, My Soul Will Be Free, Free From Pain, Free From Disappointment.

It’s Started First As Just One Cut, Not Anymore
I Don’t Cut Myself Because I’m Trying To Kill Myself.
I Cut Myself Because I’m Fighting So Hard To Stay Alive, So I Kept Telling Myself Until I Became An Addict To Blade Cutting.

The Deeper I Went, More Happy My Soul Was
They Never Knew What I Had Planned
Every Smile Fooled Them
Not Knowing It Might Be My Last Meal.
I Prayed Every Day To Not Let It Happen.

Will I Go Through With It?
Will It Be The End Of Me?
Did I Give Up Too Early?
Was It My Time To Die?

Becca

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