Perfection doesn't exist I try so hard to be what u want I kill myself for you pills and vodka keep me leveled no
one knows the truth tears fall blood stains my sleeves why am I not good enough my bottled emotions I
swallow kill me please end this pain this life is a prison I'm already dead a ghost who haunts this world I'm
nothing and I waste the air that others deserve to breathe and for that I'm sorry.
Copyright © Ashley Sanich | Year Posted 2011
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