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This poem may be triggering to people. if you are uncomfortable reading about suicide and self-harm, DO NOT READ THIS. now to the poem!

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I live my life through a haze

Everyone says, "It's just a phase."

But I always feel so very plain,

yet I still live life through the pain.

Then I started to slit my wrists,

and the pain felt like eternal bliss.

I end up cutting close to the vein,

yet I still live life through the pain.

Next it went down to my thighs,

because I've been telling these lies.

I've always thought my life is vain,

yet I still live life through the pain.

I've already decided a final date,

the one I picked is just great.

Soon I will be dead and slain,

so I won't have to live life through the pain.

Then someone found out, I had to say,

"I'll be fine and I'm okay.'

These thoughts I'll always retain,

yet I still live life through the pain.

When finally no one is around,

I slit my neck and fall to the ground.

as you drive through the steady rain,

I will no longer live through the pain.

When you walk on through the door,

you notice I'm alive no more.

As you look at me all dead and slain,

you'll know I couldn't bear the pain.

As you stand there, you should know,

that the signs would always show.

While you listen to the rain,

know that I died through the pain.