"The demons who run,
round and round
Inside my head.
end..."

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ay in and day out.
The voice always shout.
Worthless!
DIE!
Unwanted!
Kill yourself!
Pick up the knife.
No one loves you!
They're better off without you!
One more cut! Do it!

They never end.
I descend into madness,
As the voices take over.
Shouting at me the words that will end me.
No one hears them.
The words that cut deeper than any knife.
Yet somehow I still live.
The one thing keeping me from taking a knife to my throat or a gun to my head,
Is simple.
It's a small things called love. I hold it dear. Afraid to let go.
I am afraid that the person who cares for me will go down the same path I did.
They'd end up like me.

Yet...
The voices get louder and louder
Each day.
I beg them to stop as they taunt me.
No one knows what I go through.
Death they say is the only way it'll all stop.
Take the gun they say.
Hold it to your head they say.
Pull the trigger!
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Tears.
They run down the cheeks.
Standing in the night with the gun to their head.
They close their eyes one last time,
Begging the voices to stop.

They pull the trigger and the world falls into a deep silence.

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A book was judged by the cover.
Left alone to wither away...
Yet if you had just opened that book
You could've saved a life.
There's always more options.
And,
Death.
Is never one of them.