October 6, 2011
Sometimes I fantasize
about being hit by a car.
sometimes I'm saving
someone other times I'm
just walking. I call my house
sometimes my family sees
it, but they always find
out while I'm dying.
I tell them I tried
but I what I am cant
be fixed, because its
the real me. they usually
can't say anything they
just cry or choke
on their breathe. I don't
ever die quick, its always
slow enough for someone
to notice, and sometimes
I'm crying from the pain.
sometimes I wish it would happen

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