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Devil

By A. D.
Grade 8, Ohio

As I reach out, I touch the devil's face!
I am cold and lonely in his world.
It feels as if he is taking over me,
as if I am one of his children!
I feel the blood drip from my arms.
I see it as it hits the ground.
I feel the pain from the slits in my wrists. My life is so screwed up.
Suicide, seems like the only answer to make it all end, and make it all go away. To end my pain and misery. I wish it all would just go away. Soon I wish to see a red light! I just wish that soon my life would all just be over! For me to never wake up again!