the big empty

the deep end.My days are numbered I'm lost broken bleeding and hurt. I fall down too easilythe deep end.
and now I'm finding it harder to get back up
But did you listen when I cried for you to stop?
Weren't my scars already deep enough for you to cut?
At night when the sky is darkest thoughts swirl around remembering over and over when I started to drown. Was it that time that I tried to puncture the vein and fell dying to the floor? Hoping and wishing Please God no more...
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