Yesterday I learned I was to tall to hang myself in the shower. I have given
up, I have no will, I have no power. Thinking of all that I'll lose, I
don't care, I only leave clues. To the thing I am trying to tell
everyone, I want my life to be over, yet it has just begun. Wondering why I
am not dead, since all I have done is bled and bled. Cutting my wrists
everyday, my life is turning dark and gray. Overdosing on drugs, getting no
hugs and hanging out with thugs. My love is unwanted, my past is haunted. My
mom not willing and my father never caring. Wanting to cut my thoat on a
daily basis, I remember the looks, the evil faces. Staring down at me,
wanting me to die, a tear rolls down my cheek, I begin to cry. Loathing they
way my life is turning out, I wants to scream, but I only shout. Beacause I
becoming more like my aunt, hopped up on meth, as I gets older I get more
use to death. Being made fun of by who I consider my best friend whom with
my time I would alwayz spend. I really don't care anymore... my life
was perfectly fine before. And now im done telling you my life story...i bet
u didnt noe those things about me...now you know i have no glory. IT'S
AMAZING HOW MUCH YOU THINK YOU KNOW ABOUT SOMEONE.
 
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