Die
Your life is a mess
You have no purpose
No one loves you
Not your mom
Not your dad
Not your brothers or sisters
They all hate you
Go please just run away
Run where no one will find you
Crawl into a cave and just die
DIE DIE DIE
Get Help
You have options
You have friends
You have a purpose in life
Everyone loves you
You feel like you're the king of the world
Stick around and have everyone admire you
Well That's Just Swell
It is ain't it
Just kill yourself now
Or live
What ever you prefer
Its your choice
My choice
Kill yourself
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I have read a few of your poems and a lot of them are so negative and express self distructive emotions and thoughts. However, I have said this before the best thing you've done is write in PoemHunter.Through this medium you will have your greatist freedoms do yourself a favour and read Sylvia Plath.Sylvia's life is tragic but her poems are world famous.