Slit!!
Slit your wrist and you should die but your alive.You look up at me and I can see that pain in your eyes. All that suffering all that anger you've held inside. Bottled up for years on end. you cant even express the mood that your in. You never have and you are told that you have to. You sit there in question is it pain, is it anger, or is it lost of hope. You dont know and no one can tell you. For you there is no happiness only lonliness, sadness, pain, and anger. Thats all that excists in this sad lonly little world we live in. How do I become happy? What is happiness I dont believe I know!!!!
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