Made the wrong choice,
Way to many times,
I lived a life,
Taught not to cry,
to do what im told,
And not to tell them little secrets,
Those made me bad,
It is your fault i hold a blade to my wrist,
Your fault that i need stiches,
it is your fault im ******** in the head,
Do you feel like i do.
Wake up and have your first thought be death,
Live your day with a fake smile,
Act happy to fit in,
when all you really want to do is vanish.
im not emo,
depressive,
i see this would differently to you,
we are only here to die,
so why dont i make it as long as i want it to be.
not waiting for some other ******** to tell you when your times up.
Xx-ImmortalPain-xX Community Member 
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