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I wish that you could know the real truth.
But I feel like I don't have any sufficient proof.
I sit here with my hands covered in blood.
And tears streaming down like a flood.
Glass shattered and a trashed room.
I will soon be put into my own tomb.
Its hard to explain the words or all this shit I've been through.
Taking my life is the most selfish thing ill ever do.
If you only knew how much my mind is running like a zoo.
You'd see me in a hole different view.
I'm too sick I cant win, Ive lived with this damage too long.
I never done no wrong, and I don't deserve these bones.
I haven't become all that I want to be.
Why cant you look? Why cant you look at me? See what I see?
Why cant you feel? Why cant you feel like me? Feel what I feel?
Taste the pain I feel. Why Must I die? Why must i die for you?
Its the Ugly truth.
Amanda Craven
Friday, January 21, 2011

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