why dodes bad things always have to happen when i finally become happy?
why are my my thoughts of suicide gettin to the point where i cant control them anymore?
why everytime i get depressed i always turn to a blade or a gun?
why is it that i am actually looking forward to my next cut?
why is it that i feel like im not supposed to be happy?
why do people think it is necessary to hide things from me?
why do i feel like i reallyl am that horrible person that people make me out to be?
why is it that the one person that wants to spend their life with me wont even open up to me?
why is it so easyo for me to just give up?
why do i get the feeling that i deserve to die?
why do i tear my heart apart for one guy?
what did i do to deserve so much pain?
how can one guy hurt me so bad?
how can someone tell you they love you but then lie to your face?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem