my visions impaired
my thoughts deceased
my bloods slowed down
my pains increased
my eyes roll back
inside my head
no one can hate me
if i turn up dead
ive done this myself
the blade cut my skin
blood started to pour
its almost the end
i dont undertsand
why im singled out
most people my age are happy
happiness i doubt
when youre like me
you seem to keep quiet
you know nothing of love
all you see is violence
this sorry excuse for a life
is slowly ending
no need to hear my case
its not worth defending
you brought me here
to this life of death
my blood soaks my clothes
and i close my eyes to rest...

 
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