Lonley
the lonley nights in my room
trying to forget my name
loosing touch, loosing hope
no one really knows my pain
im breathing but im dead
why do i have to exist at this moment?
i don't need to die, but why try?
im lying here in my bed suicide and self harm on my mind...
craving the satisfaction of the blade....
WHY WAS I MADE THIS WAY??
Copyright © Cierra Thomas | Year Posted 2015
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