suicidal

As I sit here staring at my scars
I think living life is like living hell.
My scars are like questions
that I could only answer.
I don't cry tears any more,
I cry blood.
I'm tired of lies that life holds
and things that don't make any sense.
Once my life is over my life is complete.
My memories are painful giving up
is my only solution.
I cant move on with the future
when I'm still with the past.
I can't believe any of this is real.
Every thing I had is dissolving
like the pills I take to make the pain go away.
I'm trying to escape my life,
in away I didn't plan.
I don't know how this happened.
Life goes by so quickly to a point
where I close my eyes and say goodbye.

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