people dont understand
why i
cut
why i
cry
why i
hate life
why i
just want to be
alone
but when they ask i tell them
to try to understand
but of course
they dont
but why
do they call me
crazy
why they call me
a depressed person
why they call me
and tell me that its all right
that they are there
for me
when i know that they
are just lying
they just dont understand
i tell them to try
but i know they dont because
they dont care
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