Death.
Just around the corner of life.
Death.
A release from the never-ending pain.
Blood.
Drips with passion and heartache.
Blood.
A flow of life, washed away and stained.
Pain.
Better then misery.
Pain.
Can't get enough.
When nothing seems to go right, what's the point of going on?
Friends
Family
What if?
Friends can betray you.
Family can hate you.
So is there really anything left for me?
SadChu Community Member 
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