Poem -

Suicide

I don't have a place to call my own. I'll be once again spending my holidays alone. My heart hurts so much. To go on this way i honestly don't think i am that tough. I'm tired im weak anxiety is crowding in i can't even breathe. Unsure of what is really out there for me. Tired of always feeling alone. Tired of the one everyone thinks does wrong. I just can't continue this fight with life. I am on the road of suicide. In side im screaming and no one can hear me. Even if they did, would they even care? Or continue to put me down it really is unfair! I'm just tired and just so hurt.. No matter what i feel like dirt. I'm on the brink of insanity I want to permanently escape from this misery. Dying slowly in a burning hell, on the top of my lungs i just want to yell. What will it take to break free of these demons I carry inside of me. How long will the pain last? I may never know. Maybe ill keep suffering until the day God calls me home.. 

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