I'm not wanted or loved anymore so I lay myself down to cut my own flesh and let the blood flow till I pass out. No matter what I do its always the wrong thing and I'm yelled at it.
Is it so hard to ask that I can't be alone at all...these old wounds have be reopen, new ones have been added over the old ones. I hate the darkness...I hate the loneliness that kills me on the inside.
Do my tears mean nothing to everyone and that's why I've been abondoned once again? That no one cares to deal with me any longer.....I hate the this so much...I guess I wasn't meant to be alive at all since no loves, care or wants me here any longer.
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