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6d
I wish you saw
The hell I've lived
The pain I feel daily

The way the drink feels
The way it makes me calm

The way the knife feels
Slicing the skin
The release

The only way I know
I cant call for help

All I get is disapproval
My parents disown

I make own family
To watch you
Work day night

Never see you
Kids cry for you

I can't work cuz they are ill
I try my hardest

But never good enough
In my eyes
Maybe in yours

But how can I ask for help
When you give so much

The drink doesn't work
As much anymore

The knife to blunt
Just marks

What can I do
zoe nichols
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zoe nichols  27/F
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