Self inflicted cuts, feeling like I poured my heart out just for it to fall in the abyss, suicidal thoughts, emotionally numb, lonely, dark urges, I don't want to exist
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In shadows deep, the silence cries,
A heart once poured beneath the skies.
It tumbled down an endless night,
Where echoes drown in absent light.
The scars speak truths in whispered scars,
Yet numbness hides beneath the stars.
In lonely realms where darkness spurs,
Dark urges whisper, truth obscures.
A wish to vanish, weight of none,
In voids where hope and dreams unspun.
Yet in this darkness, softly flows,
The strength to find what light bestows.