As i come home from school,
all i feel is pain,
as the boys at school tease me,
i cut my wrists again,
The sooner i die,
the sooner i go,
the sonner i pass,
for then they'll know,
That everyday's hell,
everyday i'm crying,
everyday i hate myself,
but today im actually dying,
As i grab the rope,
and tie it round a tree,
i put my head inside the knot,
this is the end of me,
as i jump off the chair,
my feet can't touch the ground,
as now i hang here dead,
i pass without a sound............
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