Not even a chapter book

pain is chapter one in my life
suicide is chapter two in my book of strife
chapter three is filled with blank pages
which represents the emptiness i felt in ma childhood ages
chapter four is filled with pictures of a girl crying
the girl is crying because she's tired of trying and trying
tired of trying to solve an unsolvable problem with a locked door with no key
tired of trying to an unsolvable problem which has a hand out stretched but can't be reached
trying to stop the river of tears from flowing
trying to wipe out my memory and forget what i grew up knowing
knowing there's a hole in my heart that can never be filled
knowing that there's no cure for my disease because i'm emotionally ill

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