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Poetry by Ritual Abuse SurvivorsRitual Abuse,
Ritual Crime
and Healing
My Easy Way Out
Rush upon a blade
feel the blood pour down
stare into the mirror
at your tearfilled frown
Swallow 60 pills
to easily rid your pain
run from all the voices
that are driving you insane
End your sorrow in a haze
put your anger in the past
brainwashed from your memory daze
the throbbing pain won't last
I slit my wrist
And sit and smile
I know my pain can only last for a little while
Soon I'll not know what hit me
as i drift into a lost soul sea
I couldn't take it any longer
cuz my unhealed pain was getting stronger
My heart was torn, my mind was dead
I wished some one would shoot me in the head
I couldn't handle their harsh ways
I felt like i was lost in a maze
I'm sorry if you're angry or sad
my goal was not to make you mad
I had to end all the hate
I'm sorry love, this was my fate
- N. K.
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