I'm interested in playing with guns and knives,
I always think about taking my life.
I would love to jump from the 10th floor of a building.
The cut inside my heart is never healing.
Just hoping for something good every time,
But it seems as though nothing is ever fine.
Always thinking about hanging myself up
Trying to tell myself that enough is enough,
But nobody ever listens to what I say.
Every time I try to encourage myself,
I always come to the conclusion that I really need some help.
I receive a reason every single day to sad, but i just sadly say..
"Tomorrow won't bring anything different for me."
I simply just want people to see that I'm here for real,
But people will never understand the things I say and feel.

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