Emptiness fills me,
weighing me down with lead.
It's past midnight, and you are asleep.
I am in my room,
blood running down my skin.
Tears cannot convey my sadness,
and a blade cannot release my hurt.
I am burdened today,
I am hurt.
I am broken beyond repair,
but I am still standing.
I refuse to give up,
but sometimes its hard.
I am drowning in my thoughts,
and I cannot escape.
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