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It's the late nights all alone for me, My thoughts get the best of me, Suicidal thoughts force me to picture Mom and Dad, and the beast inside of me is like, "Hailey, can't tame me!" Broken ribs from people thats kicked me when i fell, I feel disgusting, my stomach turns Why do people obsess over me? This isn't your concern You wanna know the real me? Just listen, and you'll learn I'm tired of working for something that I can't earn I’m tired of falling when it’s my turn I'm tired of these voices, and I’m tired of you I look to Heaven like, "God, please save me!", and I get nothing in return What's my purpose God, what did you create me to be, I'm dying for you to show up and just show it to me, Because honestly i daydream about the day i get put into my casket and laid to rest, Don't act like you know me if you’ve never walked in my shoes, I've been slandered, manipulated, and physically abused, So I write poetry because it helps with the blues, I trust nobody, are they fake or are they real? I lie awake shaking, and I can't sit still Crying out, "Help me!", but nobody will There's a time to laugh and a time to kill And to be honest, I'm ready to die I have no more tears left to cry, Can't save me, but I still try Like I'm doing CPR on myself We're not alike, look at me, I can tell I'm not okay, and I don't feel well It's been several years since i've felt okay, Been struggling to stay afloat if you can't tell Waves of anxiety, I get swept in the swells Imprisoned in my paranoia, I'm locked in its' cell What's the point in living when life's a living hell?

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