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I was hurt,
I was abused.
As I write this poem,
I am confused.

She is my friend,
Or at least...
She was.

I wish this pain would stop,
I wish this pain would end.
Why, just why,
Can't I end it all?

Here I am on my kitchen floor,
Holding the knife,
That could end it all.

Then questions fill my head,
'What about my familly?'
'What about my friends?'
And most importantly...
'What about me?'

What good could this bring?
Familly...
Friends...
They would all get hurt...
Just because of me...

I drop the knife,
I can't do it...
I shouldn't be this selfish,
Though it is my life.

I was hurt...
I was abused...
But I lived through it.

~ Raiven.

Description
I was hurt,
I was abused.
As I write this poem,
I am confused.

She is my friend,
Or at least...
She was.

I wish this pain would stop,
I wish this pain would end.
Why, just why,
Can't I end it all?

Here I am on my kitchen floor,
Holding the knife,
That could end it all.

Then questions fill my head,
'What about my familly?'
'What about my friends?'
And most importantly...
'What about me?'

What good could this bring?
Familly...
Friends...
They would all get hurt...
Just because of me...

I drop the knife,
I can't do it...
I shouldn't be this selfish,
Though it is my life.

I was hurt...
I was abused...
But I lived through it.

~ Raiven.