Suicidal thoughts kept running through my
head
,
Thinking maybe i'll be better off dead,
My life is like algebra hard to find a solution,
To me killing myself is the only option,
Slowly cutting my wrist with a razor blade,
Leaving scars on my skin that will never fade,
Whenever i sit and try to figure out why,
All i get is flashbacks and a reason to cry,
Each day that goes by there is a battle to face,
With someone telling me i'm such a disgrace
It's like no one cares about me or my feelings,
Because the more i try to change the less they start caring,
I really wish my life could start over,
And maybe everything will be much better,
But for now i'll stay in this cold hearted world,
And maybe i"ll have a story to tell,,,,
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