once upon a time
i thought life was good
it was actually great
but then i took a closer look.
when i found out
that i was not loved
which was not a suprise
i took the blade to my arm and shoved.
it helped me think
do i love my mother?
do i love my father?
no because my heart is as weak as a feather.
why should i try
to do the right thing
when all i want to do
is turn the radio up so loud that my ears ring?
i dont think that
i know how to laugh
but i wont try now
because i feel like turnig to ash.
will death be a relief?
will life get better?
theres only one way to find out
its now or never.
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