In my hand I hold my knife,
all I want to do is end my life.
I have my reasons,
I dont need to explain,
all I have in my heart is pain.
I have no love,
and people have that to thanks.
Its jus my and my blade and thats all.
My life is so depressing..and i hate people and there fuckin reasons...for being a fake!
All I wanna do is cry,
all I wanna do is jus die!
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