No amount of drugs can cure the evil that resides in you, because it is not
a disease. It is a choice made. You choose to be evil.
You cannot be saved from the black ink that is flooding your heart, staining
it to match your black soul
That's why my pictures always looked so sad. My burdens were too heavy
to bare.
I can no longer live on this planet where the gravity pulls my reality
crashing to the ground and no one believes in me anymore.
I am a lost little girl who has no hope at all and nothing ever seems to be
enough.
You trample my hopes and dreams
And there I lay dying at your feet...by your hand I have died a worthless
out come of youth and stupidity.
 
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