Trust Poem by Christopher Biddle

Trust



My day has sucked
So I go to my room
Im crying all night
Wanting to die
I sit in the comer
Holding my blade
Not wanting to cut
But I have to feel the pain
The pain brings me back to life
Even though I want to die
Everyone told me to get help
But I know I dont need it
All I need is friends and family who trust me...

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