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[rialc]

I'm hurt and I'm broken. I'm not whole and I'm bruised. There's something not right and I feel so used. I wish I had words that could say how I feel. Instead I just stare and I try to just breathe. When you sit there and think, for hours on end, how this world could be better if you let just end. And cutting is better than guns I suppose. But who notices scars when your brain is exposed. The worst is the smiling faces that don't know. But how do you tell them, or where do you go.

So now I sit and I question, am I safe here alone? Or do I belong in some cell? How do you manage to go on with your life, when your face keeps falling off and you don't know how to stop it?

I'm hurting. I'm broken.