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One. Two. Three. Four.

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One.

One razor blade.
One wrist.
One life.
One way out.

Two.

Two different meds.
Two packets for each.
Two lives.
Hanging in the brink.

Three.

Three people.
Three friends.
Three hearts to break.
The sorrow never ends.

-

This is the way i save my soul.
From the pain, the suffering.
And woe untold.

I can't continue in a world filled with hate,
For those who are different,
Or with poor mental state.

One.
Two.
Three.

-

Four.

Four tablets down.
Seems like a hundred to go.
They burn my throat.
As i try not to choke.

-

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.

-

I do not regret,
These desicions i've made.
My mind is set,
The goal is no pain.
.
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lilkatkat's avatar
I understand how you feel. I can relate to this poem, which is the biggest compliment I can give. To be able to relate to a poem, means that the writer has written clearly, and emotionally. I believe you have done this.

"Getting the wind knocked out of us is the only way to remind our lungs how much they like the taste of air."