Okay.. so I wrote this poem when I was depressed. It doesn't rhyme.
In my world I scream. I scream because of pain. I scream because of lies and yelling. In my world, you can scream as much as you want. As loud as you can. But nobody will ever hear you. In my world, you can scream words, or you can just scream. It will never matter. My world is nothing but pain and screaming. I should know. I've been living here forever. But sometimes I get to the border of my world and I'm just about to leave, when something pulls me back. I finally know what it is. It's the fact that I'm living. But I'm leaving my world.. I have my razor, I have my pen and paper. The note is written. The time I've been waiting for ever since I entered my world.. I'm leaving. My razor felt so cold.. but now it's warm and wet with the scarlet liquid I need, yet no longer wish to have. My world is fading.. everything is turning black. I'm smiling ever so lightly. This is the first time I've felt happy ever since stepping foot into my world. Goodbye everybody.. thank you for being here and reading this.. but I must go now. My world is all black.. and I no longer feel anything..
Kiyoko448 Community Member 
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