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The tourment
I am forever locked in
The angish I feel is like a prodding pen
The emotions are burning and scalding with intensity
The hatred is palpable, vibrant and coursing
Through every vain in my body, every vessel. every pathway
Longing for the day for this to end
Wishing for my death my emphatic and sweet bitter end
My blood bitter with the presence of hate
The tears I shed wash away the pain, it clears my slate
The cuts etched into my arm tells a story
A story of despair and madness
Every page filled with that familure demented sadness
The echoing of past memories
The calling of temptation
To give in, to stop the cycle of life
To end my misery, this painful strife
Just a few cuts away
One more pill
One bullet in the chamber
On rope is needed to end my life
The end of this story tattered wridden with estrangment
I am driven to my death my mental derangment
My Miserable Suicide