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He wanted to cut, he wanted to die.
He wanted to spread his wings and to fly.
Every day he asked why he was alive.
Every night he cut himself as he quietly cried.
School was not an uplifter, he just got beat up.
He sobbed, curled up and begged for some help up.
Everybody saw him but nobody cared.
It was not nice of them, it was not fair.
He got teased because of his body.
He never had a friend, he had nobody.
He was unloved, he said, "nobody wants me."
He told them to stop, "The voices, they haunt me."
His depression got deeper and so did his cuts.
He started thinking about murder, like splitting up guts.
He'd imagined stabbing people and watching the blood gushing.
Especially the bullies, cause to them he was nothing.
He went through many years of pain, and his mother knew nothing.
The bitch didn't care, so he lied, he was bluffing.
He tried pills, hanging and jumping from the roof.
He wished that his voice wasn't as quiet as the scream of a fool. 
It was hard to say that it would all be okay.
But it's hard to stay sane when the pain doesn't fade away. 
Wake up in the middle of the night.
Start thinking bad thoughts, then quietly cry.
Take a blade and split it up, watch the blood trickle.
Whenever it touched his skin he just felt a tickle.
Took a deep breath and tried to drown himself.
Anybody could actually offer some help.
But not many knew he didn't dare to tell.
That every day of his life was a living hell.
He took the pills, hung the rope, shot himself with a gun.
He got hospitalized and there ended all the fun.
Nothing worked, the pain ate him alive.
He couldn't flush the blades or put the pills aside.
He wanted to be hungry, not to skip another meal.
But what was left inside of him was still firmly concealed.
In the end, not many didn't know about his pain.
Or why the blood ran out of his veins.
They just saw it but didn't care.
Everybody knew but no one dared.
He decided to get a gun again and use it.
Cause he couldn't take it he was about to lose it.
The pain was too much so he put the gun to his head.
So congrats for not caring cause now he's finally dead.
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