hErE I aM AgiAn,
jUST WANtIng To DiE,
No One can see the PaiN,
They Don’T uNderSTand WHy.
I WisH They CoUld UnDerStaNd,
i WISh thEy coulD feEL The PaiN,
i WisH tHEY cOuLd LenD A HaND,
BeCAuSe I’m SLoWlY GOIng Insane.
i SiT up In My rOOm,
WOnDerIng WhiCh Way To go,
hoW CAn I die,
So tHAt They WiLL NeVEr Know.
tHeY dON’t bElIeVe tHEreS a PrObLEM,
tHEy sAY iT’s Just on My mInd,
WhaT aRe thEY Going to Say,
WEN ThEy EveNtUALLy Found ME DeAd.
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