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Sucide is not for me but I understand why people choose that fate.. Live love laugh
Sometimes life makes you wanna
Crawl into a ball, hide from all prying
Eyes
Eyes That look into the depths of your soul
Words spoken to you that make
You hate yourself
Thoughts you think you wouldn't tell a soul
The glitter you once where is now dust
From being a hero to losing your mind
Hearing them voices calling you names
Men only wanting your lips around there cock or your breasts in there face
Thoughts of suicide running through your mind everyday
How you could take a razor cut till it takes the place of the tears that where falling from another persons hands
just a small slice will do
How many times can I think of suicide a day
Drink some acid and fade away
Women wanting to belittle me to boost there own egos
They throw stones at me
They laugh at me
Always judging me
I'm never good enough
My entire life I always tried to fade into the background
They find me like vultures looking for there next feast
Rape, murder, hate, abuse,
Words cut a wound just as deep
Someone might as well just do me in
Before I tempt myself to take that sip
Of acid or just slit my wrists and fade into eternal abyss
Crawl into a ball, hide from all prying
Eyes
Eyes That look into the depths of your soul
Words spoken to you that make
You hate yourself
Thoughts you think you wouldn't tell a soul
The glitter you once where is now dust
From being a hero to losing your mind
Hearing them voices calling you names
Men only wanting your lips around there cock or your breasts in there face
Thoughts of suicide running through your mind everyday
How you could take a razor cut till it takes the place of the tears that where falling from another persons hands
just a small slice will do
How many times can I think of suicide a day
Drink some acid and fade away
Women wanting to belittle me to boost there own egos
They throw stones at me
They laugh at me
Always judging me
I'm never good enough
My entire life I always tried to fade into the background
They find me like vultures looking for there next feast
Rape, murder, hate, abuse,
Words cut a wound just as deep
Someone might as well just do me in
Before I tempt myself to take that sip
Of acid or just slit my wrists and fade into eternal abyss
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