Venting it all out slowly.

I am in the library right now at school.
I am sitting by myself & Im basically just reflecting on my life.
My life has been very turbulent.
People might have life worse, people might have life easier, but life is still a struggle to me.
I cry about it, sometimes I'm just too angry to even care.
But yes, sometimes I do cry about it.
Im not one to complain about life but I have a lot to complain about.
Sometimes I admit, the stupid thought of suicide comes to my head.
But I can't, I won't, and will never do that.
Its just a thought that creeps up, but I'm way to strong for it.
I'm no coward, Id rather wake up every morning and face my pain and hurt
and go to bed every night with wounds that will eventually heal
than run away from them altogether.
I'll come out stronger in the end, I know that
and that's why I keep going on everyday
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