Suicide is something alot of people try,
sometimes to see if they will live or die,
some do it just to see if they still bleed,
others because they feel they have no perpose or need,
i do it becauce i always cry,
and my life is one big lie,
i walk around with a happy mask,
god has givin me no special task,
to complete threw out this life,
so i keep resorting back to a knife,
to prove that i want death to be my first kiss,
i hope that i dont miss,
the right vain,
cuz this life has no gain,
i really dont belong here,
and would much rather be up there or even you know where!
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