I Cry Myself To Sleep - Poem by Emily Wimetal
No matter how hard i try
i still want to die
i want to enjoy life
but instead i turn to a knife.
I'm mad during the day
and so sad at night
i wish there was a way
i could stand and fight,
but instead i turn off the light
and stay out of sight
because I'm ashamed that
i cry myself to sleep at night.
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