Growing up with this lie,
Waiting for God,
To let me die.

Because now I can't handle this pain,
I feel like now,
I've trully gone insane.

I let go of my own life,
the first time,
I picked up my knife.

A quick slit to my wrist,
Made me apart,
Of satan's "bad list".

All I wanted was to be free,
But all I got,
Was the unwanted me..
 
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