A Life In A Day
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Crying Out
As I sit here, razor in hand
I try to find meaning
I want to understand
But hatred is what I'm seeing
At myself for thinking this way
At the world for letting it go
I just want to end all the pain
And make everything just so
The cuts I make feel so good
Blood running down my arms
I would stop if I could
But I have lost most of my charm
I cry out and I feel alone
No one to hold me and tell me it is okay
I want sympathy from no one
I have to make it through this day
I am sorry I feel like this
I want to die so it will end
My hope I have sorely missed
With nothing but anguish left
Elisabeth Stover 2001