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TRIGGER WARNING: self harm and suicidal ideation
I want to feel again.
Life feels surreal and I'm empty again.
I look at my arms,
They're covered in scars.
My thighs,
They're red.
The blood,
Dripping as I feel almost dead.
I know,
My suffering won't end soon.
They say,
"Keep your head up."
And,
"You aren't trying hard enough."
And also,
"It's just for attention."
And most painfully,
"If you cared, you'd be fine by now."
So, who cares,
If I don't make it through this time?
Who cares,
When I'm struggling this deeply?
Who cares,
If I end it all?
Who cares,
About it at all?
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.



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