All my life I've felt alone,
No-one to love, no-one to care,
Never a place to call my own,
Only for people to look and stare.
Sure, give me a passing glance,
Just carry on walking,head up high,
Look at me if you get the chance,
Maybe stop, think and wonder why.
Cause this pain inside me won't go away,
Until someone knows how I feel,
Every second, every hour, every day,
Of my life is pain, this wasn't the deal.
My heart aches, my mind numb,
Why am I so different to everyone?
I lay down, waiting for darkness to come,
Wishing it would take me to where it's from.
I'm tired of feeling this way, tired of life,
Nobody caring, feeling so ******** up inside,
My only solution? The blade of a knife,
I know what to do. I've made up my mind.
Pushing the blade, feeling the cold embrace of death,
I smile knowing this pain is coming to an end,
I close my eyes, taking my final breath,
Goodbye world, and this pain you could never mend.
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Just some stuff i find, and want to remember, or that i right and want to remember.
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