How much more of this can i take;
I keep hopeing that this is all just a night-mare;
That soon i will awake.

People stare at my arm;
But i dont think they truely understand;
All of my self-inflecting harm.

I hear their laughs, and their voices, in my head;
Late at night;
While i lay in bed.

I keep praying to God, that i will soon die;
Becuz my life;
Is all just a lie.

Why cant i find a way;
To make this all;
Just go away.
 
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