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My father and I are one in the same; according to some.  He hates math, me too,  but I believe there are more similarities than not. After all we have been through and got. Medications, prescriptions,
People cut themselves because they feel their life is out of control this is a form of a release from their inner soul cutting helps them gain it back
We have superpowers, like waking up daily, sometimes getting dressed, managing schoolwork despite so much stress. We are the best at being alone, and wearing long clothes,
REBIRTH by Katharine Royal   I've just returned from a wake, a funeral and a own I felt the pains of the me I'd come to know...and hate...dying
This one goes out to all my kids, my teens, my peers All of you who've found yourselves bruised, abused, misused, unable to choose The life you deserve to live; all the while you give, forgive, just try to live
“From dust you came and to dust you now return.” A mound of earth sifts through the preacher’s hand Small rocks break free, hitting the coffin’s lid With pops like tiny bullets
A seventeen year old cocaine addict
Feeling alone and cast off tears flow Black eyeliner stains my pale face I turn to my best of friends The straight edge razor blade  
the flourescent lightson her iridescent skinreveal the railroad tracksof her train with no brakes"all aboard," the ageless conductor criesshe climbs in.
There are secrets—Well, there are always secrets. But there are secrets that lie in wait for me. They lie just below the surface.
I have a bad habit of developingbad habits.
I almost made it through the year unscathed.Life's funny that way.Had me thinking things were all good,but the impending stormknew better.
DeadStrickenFrozen StillCaught in the hustle of lifeSwept along like a dust bunnyNot knowing who's to trust 
You want the truth? I will confess until every sleeve is stained Every bandage crimson. And you shall never hear my silent screams My actions that speak louder than anything I could ever tell you
Silently screaming for what comes After the red rush Everything will be fine Except for maybe when black scars Meet my friends, my blades, my blades, my Sanity lies in them. Unless there is no –
Blade to skin, my wicked sin My vision dims, the rush begins. Hidden reminders of my pain, Red teardrops stream down like rain. Winding lines across my wrist My flirtation with Deaths kiss.
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