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The Oblivion
I sit here in my dark hole,
I think of the darkness surrounding me giving me peace.
I find my blade and hide even deeper.
I slit my wrists to feel release.
Picking people to pick me up
I slip deeper into my hole,
Fighting to come up I feel the weight grow heavier
I realize my blade is the weight, that I won’t let go
Slipping back to my old ways
I feel their eyes settle on my cuts.
I pull my sleeves lower and lower hoping to hide my now scarred skin.
I realize I’ve created the darkness inside me.
I don’t let it go.
The darkness is my friend,
So I let it take me away.
And slowly I slip into oblivion.
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