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My Personal Hell

My hands are shaking,
I'm leaning over the sink...
Blood.
I see a lot blood.
Is it mine?
I close my eyes and search for pain.
Nothing.
I scan my body.
There it is, a slit in my wrist.
I don't want to die.
I DON'T WANT TO DIE! ! !
Blackness...
What happened?
I see... A light?
Yes, it's a light.
I'm dying?
...
I'm dead.
I'm happy to see the light,
Almost... Relieved.
But it's hot...
Why is it hot?
I jolt awake.
In my room?

Something isn't right...
It feels like, nothing.
No.
Not nothing...
Everything.
Pain,
Anger,
Love,
Hate.
Everything.
I can't take this,
I've been here for years.
I go to the kitchen grab a knife and end this miserable existence.

My hands are shaking,
I'm leaning over the sink...
Blood.
I see a lot of blood.

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