Stolen

Drugs stole my family
Dragged under to a place I cannot reach
I cry
I scream
I beg

They are happy there
I am alone

They do not want saved.

Mother
I wish you would stop crying

Brother
it hurts when you slide the blade across your wrist

I can do anything now
They don't care

What about suicide?

We shall see
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Grrraahhh, the fact that I cant do the crazy cool way I wrote it makes me mad