Kareema Muhammad Poems

This pain deep inside of me I don’t know why but it can't get out of me
I just want to end my life, and forget about the pain. it seems if I take this razor over my wrist that I finally exit
Nobody cares if I live or die so I am saying goodbye.no evers notices me.
Now its my time to die, I slit my wrist, I can feel it all over again
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If Scars Could Talk, you would knoe why Icry every day.why I sit alone in the dark.why I seem fine on the outside but slowly dieing one the inside.

If Scars Could Talk, you would knoe why I'm afraid of beeing hurt.why I draw depressed heart.why I dont talk about my feelings.
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