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My life
written by suicide_penguin01:04 PM 3/15/05My life is troubled
my life is not okay
my life is bad in so many ways.
My life is a train wreck
we have no money to spend
oh how i wish my life would just end.
My life is unbearable
I'm starting to cry
like that time I took a knife
oh how I wanted to die.
My life is not so sweet
It is full of sorrow and hate
No one can save me
soon it will be too late.
The smile on my face is all just an act, all my friends and family always stabbing me in the back.
Every day I sit and I wonder
Why cant I be six-feet under? |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Ruined_Hopes (3-15-2005 - 09:30 PM)
| that fucking rocked! i wish i was dead, truly dead. |
by punkygurl (3-17-2005 - 07:17 AM)
| that relates to me alot i just wanted to keep it inside so noone else will knoe, everyone thinks i am the lukiest person in the world but im not i just make them think it they wouldnt ever think of meeh as a cutter or suicidal but i guess they were wrong. i dont want them to knoe b/c i dont want to answer all the questions they will most likely have |
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