I look at you
And wonder why I cry at night
Your not worth it
But I tear apart anyway
Wondering why I'm still alive
You caused these scars
And you'll cause my death
Sweetie you tore out my heart
Nothing deserves to be left
You are beautiful
You are popular
You are wanted
You are loved
But look At me Hun
I have scars hiding beneath my clothes
I have dreams that will be washed away by pills
I have lost desire to eat
And I have let go
I'm ready
To put this bullet to my head
Swallow a bottle of pills
Hang from a tree
Being just dead
And be free to sore among the birds
I deserve it
I'm not worth it
Who even wants me?
Who needs me?
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