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Why does the thought of death The feeling of ending this life The torture, the pain, the hurt The discomfort I cause,  Why does it feel so right?  But the thought of the pain The mechanics, the method The hows and wherefores.. Why is that so beyond me,  my abilities, My confidence?  I know I would be better dead All I care for is others All I do is hurt others All I want to do is leave others To their lives away from me Is my inability from caring?  Knowing the final act of hurt The final ability to screw others To give those who truly care A pain even I haven't done before?  But they would re

I felt a cold breeze come through my window making all the papers I had on my bed rush around. "god dammit, I had all of those organized" I complained. "well if you had a paper weight that wouldn't happen now would it Gee" said frank chuckling to himself. "oh shut up!" I sighed getting up and trying to organize all the paper again. "I'll get the window" frank got up slamming the window shut, "hey don't wake them up" I was pointing to my door showing that Mikey and his friend Zaziana (odd name I know but, hey) were sleeping in the living room. "they so need to get together" exclaimed Frank. "I know right, they would make a cute couple" I agree