Grito e escuta (Cry and Listen) 

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"sometimes I just cant take this place and its my life that I have started to hate
  i have lead a life which much that was a waste
 
making decisions in my darkest hour when I have been vulnerable and alone and haven't been able to call the place I live a home
 
its like something just comes over me and I cant seem to deal. I feel like a puppet on a string and cant seem to motivate or give reason for the pain I feel
  and it breaks me down sometimes to the extent that I go insane from the immortality of my mundane pain
 
i feel diseased like there is no cure...  I'm fighting a battle, a losing war.  I cause myself to fall from grace and when I look in the mirror can't stand to see the lies shown in my drowning sorrow filled eyes

and the pain just breaks me down to an extent that I go insane  and cant continue this mundane pain. Flirting with suicide has become a ritual I no longer attempt to hide. My secrets out and I can't deny some days I feel the urge to end my pain filled life

it seems that no matter how I try it just never ends.  Can't somebody help me, I'm starting to bleed...  I just hit a vain. My memories fading. I feel so ashamed

i am nothing... I'm inside somebody... not myself.  I'm acting and living in a world that is my cell. My secluded home...  the one thats hurt me, the one thats brought tears to my eyes

its made my wrists cry tears of blood

people often wonder why do I cut, but I don't have any other way to cope  with the pain I face each day. They don't understand that  each cut is another cry for help... Can't you see I'm asking for help to save myself..."

'Puppet on a tring' by Shellaine shelli