Welcome home, this is hell, time to end the pain,
you've hid it quite well.
heres the phone say your goodbyes cause at midnight your mine.
your tears will do you no good, you cry them for nothing.
the secrates between these walls will tell us all if your worthy or unworthy..But I...will never tell.
Go ahead, slit your wrist, try to feel like you exsist, starve yourself to look pretty and stay skinny.It wont do you any good.
nobody will notice so why try?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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