I don't know how to regain trust for men I think are all the same

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thats me and my best friend right there!!!

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Take a razor
Slit your wrist,
Until there's no sound left,
Beat the crap
out of yourself
while no one cares,
Until you finally
Dig to the bottom
Of your being.
Go as far
as you can go,
On the road of self-discovery,
Even if it results
in death.

She a girl who didn't
Know herself well.
She seemed a happy,
Joyful child very
Different though.

This child lived a life
A life of silence
She did not have many to
Speak to. Not much to say.

Death, Cutting, Depression.
Was a part of her life.
All of her life.
That was all it was.
Death, Cutting and

She was ignored
by the people
the people that were,
were suppose to love her

Her Parents thought she
was a mistake a mishap.
A thing that never should
have never happened.
A disgrace.

She was never loved by no one
She was "a waste" she has told herself
She ask "Do I try to Disturb the Life of
Good people?"

She no long did such a thing
She no longer put herself
In pain and misery
She put herself out of it
She for once felt
felt good, normal,

when I alone
I think
when i think
I remember
when I remember
I cut to forget the pain
when I cut to forget the pain
I feel good
when I feel good
I never what to stop
so I keep cutting and
I realized I cant ever stop

I sit there alone
thinking once again
I see it there
calling m name
I remember the times when
I picked it up
and all my problems went away
DEEPER, DEEPER it screamed at me
I suddenly grab it and I know it's going to be great
I said to myself 'we end it today ! all my suffering !!!'
one hard slit and I knew that I would be gona
but still I had to ...

I wonder if this will ever be enough
I draw lines on my wrists
but it doesn't do the things I want it to do
I want the pain to stop
I don't want to feel pain
I don't want to feel anything ...
anymore ...
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