Stephen
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Copyright, Stephen
What is death, but an endless sleep,
Satisfaction in the breathless life,
Scars to mark my end,
I’m on the verge of death its self,
I’ve quit it all, now i have scars burns and damaged lungs,
That will soon be the past,
For now i have painful cuts to show my sufferings.
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Copyright, Stephen
What have i done,
Look at me now,
Death is what you now see,
Cuts all over,
Deeper than ever imagined,
Im hacking, spewing, & screaming,
You cant see,
It’s all over,
I’m done,
I need your help,
Before I take my life.
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Copyright, Stephen
I can’t stand this anymore,
Death is my thought,
Scars, Pain, and blood,
That’s the way i prefer
I go deeper and deeper,
slit, I scream, I yell,
I feel the quick relief,
Now I’m gone,
Gone for good,
Death has finally come.
You can read more of Stephen’s poetry in his blog.
What Is This Now?
Copyright, Stephen
Where Should I go?
I am so afraid
I want to cry
i want to cut
I went deep once
I will do it again (if I have to)
The pressure and pain you are putting me through
Makes me want cut
Deep
Deeper
So deep, that I would die
I hate my life
I hate you all
I am trapped in this insanity, this pain, this wrong, this hell
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