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How did I get this bad?

How did I get this bad?
That's all that runs through my mind as a blade comes in contact with my skin.
All my happy childhood memories cross my mind as shameful tears pour down my face like a waterfall.
I hear my younger self laughing, running around being herself.

She used to be so free,
Now she's locked up inside me begging and pleading to run wild once more.
I've not only locked her up behind the cold steel bars of what's left of my heart,
I've also locked myself up,
Not letting anyone see my pain, screams for help, and long loud echoes of my strained cries.
So I ask again,
How did I get this bad?

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Help

Tired of reaching out for something not yet touched.
Tired of living for something not yet found.
Tired of listening to something not yet heard.
Tired of picturing something not yet seen
Tired of hoping and praying for something not yet made.

I reach out for help as I can feel myself drowning in my own sorrows.
I live to see another day just to feel the same exact way.
I sit and listen for something to get me out of this prison.
I try to picture my future but all I can see are flickers and dreadful blisters.
I hope but all I can do is try and cope.
I pray and all I can do is dread another day.

"Help!" Is the only thing that leaves my mouth.
Tears are the only things that leave my eyes.
Blood is the only thing that leaves my skin,
Yet all I can do is say "I'm fine".

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Notice

What can I do for you to notice?
Does more of my red blood need to be shed and spread for you to notice?
Do I need to throw away more of myself for you to even give a thought?

I whimper in pain, weeping in my own sorrows.
Watching myself in the mirror in such disgust.
I hope someone hears, I hope they hear my cries and scarred screams.
Praying someone will walk past when I'm on my last gasp.

Maybe one day, maybe one day someone will...
But is it worth sticking around long enough to find out?

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School

School, something I kill myself even more for.
Staying up late hoping to get all A's.
Who knew a letter from the alphabet could signify a person's worth.
The weekends go by fast,
Finally sleeping because I didn't get the chance,
Finally breathing because I couldn't catch my breath.

I used to love school.
I loved the words of affirmation and encouragement.
Now that I'm older I don't get that anymore.
Wallowing in my tears,
Hoping no one hears.

If only they knew,
If only they knew,
That's really the only thing circling through.
But I must keep going,
To satisfy them all,
I'll keep going I Guess.

Maybe one day my blood with show through.