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Hard
It's hard, to think I'm just a low life freak with little control over myself,
If only my parents could understand how I've felt since three,
I'd probably be like most kids, happy and free.
But they don't care,
Not much to see on my perspective and to judge fair.
They simply do not trust me,
Making me want to thrust knives into my body,
An acupuncture that has a result in
Having no more pressure from the grip of life,
A fight that I feel too weak to try,
My light's lost, and I just want to die.
If only my parents could understand how I've felt since three,
I'd probably be like most kids, happy and free.
But they don't care,
Not much to see on my perspective and to judge fair.
They simply do not trust me,
Making me want to thrust knives into my body,
An acupuncture that has a result in
Having no more pressure from the grip of life,
A fight that I feel too weak to try,
My light's lost, and I just want to die.
Published 26th Jan 2016
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