Another day

Here comes another day.
It's sure to be as shit as the last.
For things come to my head so fast.
And they are sure to last.
As the day comes to a hault.
My pain lingers on.
Depression is no fun.

Another day looms.
All it brings is gloom.
But though I try to remember this.
There is allways some one worse than me.
It still hurts.

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Sirens

I hear them again.
The sirens are on their way.
In come the police.
Along with the paramedics.
Off to hospital I have to go.
They can't leave me.
Not now they've been told.
My suicide can't go on.
Becuase the sirens are screaming.
Here are the police.
Who I hate with all my might.
Saving my life.
They don't care about my strife.

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I wish I was a bird

I wish I was a bird.
Free to fly free to roam.
Without a care in the world.
Not worring where I'm going.
Happy just flying.
Higher and higher soaring the skies.

I wish I were a bird.
The open space.
Just to fly and be me.
To be happy soaring the skies.

Only I am no bird.
Reality cuts like a knife.
Everything hurts.
I am so sad.

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Gazing suicide

I went to the train tracks.
I sat on the bridge above.
My life has beaten me.

As I looked down below me.
I saw the tracks before my eyes.
So shiny and black.

My troubles.
My hurt.
And years of pain.
They had gotten the better of me.
It all became clear and I knew what I had to do.

I had to join the train tracks below me
I had to die

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Victimized

I have been victimized.
I was in a fight that was not a fair fight.
I did not ask for the fight I lost.
But there is no shame in losing such fights.

I long to reach the stage of surviviour.
I long to leave the past behind me.
But hard as I try I cant let go.

I look back with hate.
I look forward with despare.
With in days of sadness.

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I dont regonise myself

Who am I?
I can hardly regonise myself.
With the paranoid person I have become.
Depression has replaced my happiness.
I trust nobody.
Hostile I am most of the time.
I aint going to let down my barries.
You may get me again.

I'm a mess.
I am all but a wreckage.
I am one big mess.
Who am I?
I am a nobody.
I am nothing.
But I never was

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I tried to kill myself today

I tried to go out of the world today.
I thought it would be best to end it all.
After all my demons have beaten me
They wont loosen their grip.
It has wanted me dead
For so very long.

I wanted to die.
But still some one found me.
And saved my sad miserable life.

Why cant people see?
What I see.
Its so clear
My life is not worth living

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Lost key

The key to my emotions is lost.
I lost the key years ago.
Shut down all my feelings.
Now noone can hurt me again.

Noone will get to me.
For I cant feel a thing.
I locked up my emotions
And I threw away the key.

The key to my emotions.
Dont no where the hell it is.
But is doesent matter.
I dont want to feel pain any more.

Amy Kerswell

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Blood Tears

The cuts I inflict.
The cuts I make.
Dosent hurt.
I'm alive.
I'm free for a while.

Till the blood dont stop.
As I watch the blood flow.
Its like im crying.
I have blood tears.

I cant never cry.
Have to run and hide.
Have to cut aand slash.
Its my only way.

What else can I do.
I'm broken inside.
Each cut makes me feel.
Human and alive.

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Shes Gone Now

Now she has died.
She took her own life.
She didnt want to go on.

Thats why she left without a goodbye.
She couldnt tell you.
You'd of made her live.

But its all to late.
She always knew her fate.
Her life in the end was full of hate.

She does not wish to mourn.
She didnt want misery to be born.

Shes gone now
shes dead cold and gone

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