Razor blades,
cutting flesh,
burning pain,
it's the best.

Questions running through my mind,
What is this?
Whats My bind?
What is it that's keeping me here?
Why don't I have any fear?

I hate this world,
what's the point?
My boyfriends gone,
my friends all left,
on one likes me,
I feel like such a pest.

My parents won't listen,
my sister doesn't care,
I hate how I look in the clothes i wear!

The notes all ready,
the knifes right here,
Good-bye world,
No one wants me here...

 
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