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Calcutta, India
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I'm tired.
Tired of pretending.
Tired of lies.
Tired of living.
I can't breathe.
It feels like I'm suffocating.
Every time I think of you I get dizzy.
I get scared.
I get tired.
Tired if hiding you in my brain forced to never think of you except in my worst nightmares.
Tired of not being able to hold on.
Hold on to life.
To sanity.
To happiness.
For even one second of the day.
The only time being when when I can hold the cold hard embrace of metal against my skin.
Feel the Woosh! of relief when it slices my worthless skin.
Cutting into my veins spilling crimson filled "happiness" over onto the floor.
And letting my pain go with it.....