I'm tired of the constant fights,
Of crying myself to sleep at night
I don't feel this is right
More thoughts come of ending my lifeMy friends aren't really friends
Because friends would see
That your at your wits end,
That the good thoughts just flee,
Your heart can't easily mend
& who you are isn't who you wish to beAm I finally right?
Or does no one help you in this fight?
answer me soon before I take flight
Off This bridge that has a large height
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Suicide, Depression and Self-harm Quotes
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