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Things I Tell Myself

So I don't know who I am anymore
I know I'm far from happy
I know I think about killing myself
That wouldn't fix itĀ 
The pain would just seep into other people

So do I let the pain hold me hostage
I used to think that self mutilation would help
For a bit I was clear

There's no Heaven there's no hell
There's just me thinking to myself
If I stop breathing would it fix my problem
The only kingdom is 6 foot deep 7 foot wide

Stressing over her and work until I'm dead
Because that is my value right there
How could I care about myself when I'm ugly
Some people aren't going to get a happy ending
I'm going to be alone and miserableĀ 
I should get used to it before it's too late

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Don Matthews

Thu 7th Nov 2019 22:01

'They lack the courage and verve to stand naked (metaphorically) on a public forum and allow unrestricted access'.

True.....

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Tom

Thu 7th Nov 2019 13:45

Hang in there Damon, things will get better mate.

I thought your line "that wouldn't fix it - the pain would just seep into other people" was very astute.

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