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This Good Kind of Pain

As I sit alone in my lonely world, I can feel the pain slowly piercing my mind.
I know that my obsession with death is psychotic.
Rocking back in forth, thinking, “One day this life will kill me.”
I fight to get through every torturous day without giving up.
I cannot figure out my purpose to be on this earth.
“You’re fat”, “You’re stupid”, “You need to commit suicide” are few of the remarks I receive at school.
I know that I am not very social, but nobody deserves this treatment.
I am weak, not strong.
I cannot take this profound agony.
The blade painlessly glides across my fragile skin.
My body heat starts to rise, weights released from my shoulders.
The pain begins to arise.
As the blood drenches my dry legs, I cry out.
Why am I doing this? To cope.
The pain subsides, weighing me down once again.
I set down the blood-covered blade and think,
“My life is being dragged out.”

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