Numb - Poem by Jessica Breiner
Now, all i can feel is the trickle of blood run quick down my wrist.
I locked my door and tured up the music so no one can hear
me scream or come and save me. I think i'm better off being
away from here, when i have to live my life in the worst way possible,
looking for ways to get gone. After 2 suicide attempts and no success,
i'm not done trying. I'll be gone soon. And you'll be sorry
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