Why must I keep hurting myself?
When all I get is the pain.
I can't remember the last time,
I laughed or times I've smiled.
It's the most depressing day,
Of my life and I'm not fine.
I can't go on and on and on,
Like the rest of you.
This earth makes me bleed,
I have no use for blood.
The sun dries me up,
I have no use for myself.
I hate myself today,
I wish I would not live.
I think of all my pain,
I wish it could end.
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