So confused
So lost, and bruised
So harmed with the past
Why does life run so fast?
The consequences are unbearable
But this pain is so wearable
Now I cant really tell
If I'm alive, or of I'm burning in hell
So now my wrists are slit
Because I just cant face it
And I'm secluded in my misery
How could he do this to me?
I cry, and I cry
And I slowly die
But the tears wont make things better
They'll only make me wetter
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