Cold and lonely, whispered thoughts
Suicidal mind with thousands of cuts
Inside and out feeling so lost
Mentally wreck less feeling so tossed
No peace in my heart
No time for a start
Only room for crying
Slowly tears are drying
So many people, nobody helping
So very slowly my insides are dying
I’ve given up hope
Have all but a rope
Confused and abused
Nothing to loose
Life or death? , no easy way out
Life over death, I give out a shout
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