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My Life
I wake up in the mornings,
Another day is here.
Everyone looks at me,
Like in ****en queer.
I hate each day that comes at me,
I hate each ****en one.
Everyone is telling me,
Take the bullets out of the gun.
I don't know how this happened,
I don't know where it begun.
All i know right now is,
I want it to be undone.
The pain in my stomach,
Never seems to sease.
It feels like it's haunting me,
And never will it ease.
People all around me,
Never seem to think.
That what ever they might say,
Sends me to the drink.
Simple things like "Stop it",
Always seem so worse.
I simple walk away from them,
And then I feel immerse.
Inside my heart, there lies a curse,
That never will I be.
As happy as I want to,
No matter how much I plee.
I miss the days, when things were just,
As normal as it could.
I try to tell my friends whats up,
But they all just misunderstood.
Sometimes I wish to die,
To get far away from this.
I wish to never be around here,
I want never to exist.
I know this might seem silly,
But once upon a time.
I wish that I could be really hurt,
And no long have to lie.
Then the day came by me,
Where something really did.
I felt like I was dying then,
And all I did was hid.
Medication never works,
It makes you fake inside.
It might take away the thoughts and such,
But never will I confide.
I slash my wrists,
One by one, and see what happens next.
Then all around can sit and think,
And maybe they can reflect.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a ****en time,
There was a girl called me.
I use to smile on all the time,
As happy as can be.
Life was sweet, and I could be,
The person that I was.
Every answer that I said,
Was whatever, just because.
I had my friends, and they were great,
They helped me throught the day.
We laughed and joked, and we were then,
The ones that never strayed.
I think it was a year ago,
When all this fell apart.
It hit me straight dead on,
Right into the heart.
I lost those friends, that were the best,
They were apart of me.
I hurt so much to think of them,
I think you would agree.
Then I made some new friends,
But they were not the same.
They partied and they snorted drugs,
They played this little game.
I got on well, but fearly knew,
That it was not the same.
I got in deep, then I knew
I have no one to blame.
My Uncle then tried to leave this life,
And I wondered what the hell.
Why would he do that to me,
Make me say farewell.
I tried to tell these friends of mine,
What it felt inside.
But they just laughed at what I said,
And told me he should of died.
These friends of mine, were then gone,
No longer were they mine.
I wouldn't take that crap from them,
I knew I wasn't fine.
I started to self harm myself,
And take my mind off this.
It started to help me alot,
But made me not want to exist.
I felt myself slipping away,
Away from all who cared.
I knew I had changed so much,
I knew that I was scared.
I cut, and cut and cut,
Until I couldn't cut no more.
It was starting to be impossible,
To get off the god dame floor.
They chucked me in a mental room,
To try to make me sane.
I knew what they really meant,
They thought I was a pain.
So tonight, I lay and think things through,
And wonder what is next.
I know that it would stuff things up,
And make them all complex.
But this is not about them all,
And just about old me.
Why can't they all just go,
And let me go on free?