I love you.
I look in the mirror, to find the real me.
I suffer from fear, fear that can not be seen.
It is as if I wear a mask at school, and try to smile and act all cool.
I hide my secrets so it does not come out to the open, and at home there is only one thing I am hopin'.
I wish for darkness and coldness, where pain is no more felt.
I have lost my trait of boldness, and I am just ready to melt.
I am sick of everyone.
I hate actions that people take.
The ways guys say they love you, and how the girls act all fake.
My family hates me, and the guy I love is a dick.
He always says he loves me, and he tells me I am beautiful.
But whenever we become boyfriend and girlfriend, I am never, ever good enough.
He always has at least one other girl lined up, so what do i strive for between us?
You make me go crazy, and only feel pain.
So I take out the scissors, and blast my music with full force.
The tears start trickling down, this is not a sense of remorse.
The depression is over coming me, and my time is coming soon.
I go in for the cut, and I feel in control.
The deeper I go, my life becomes at great risk.
But if I cut on the surface, there will be blood lines with secrets.
But I want that deep cut, so that's exactly what I do.
I close my eyes shut, and my life is almost through.
I have to sit there and wait, until my life is at fate.
The time starts passing, and I can feel my body is too
So I guess this is it, my last words were
"i love you."
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