Don't fret..

Hope has left me,
Stabed me in the gut and said it hates me..
I geuss its just my fate to be broken.
Words i should just keep to myself,
They never ment anything..
They just get over looked.
But i can handle it,
Well maby someday..
For now ill stay to my self,
With the bloody razor pain killers and weed smoke..
Maby this can kill the pain,
I for some reason doubt it...
Either way..
Im sure ill live,
Or at least i probally will..
Even if i dont,
No worries..
Ill find peace and happyiness,
Something this place will never show me..
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