Can you tell me why I’m always crying?
And why I wish I were dying?
What is the purpose of my life?
Other than holding a knife?
Do you know how I feel?
And is my pain always real?
Why do I feel like I’m always bleeding?
And why am I always needing?
What are all my scars for?
WIll I get more?
Can I only be depressed?
And not be happy like the rest?
Do you know why I do the things I do?
Do you know that I’ll always hate you?
How could you do this all to me?
Why am I suffering drastically?
All my life wants to do is end!
There is no longer anything to mend!
My pain is permanent and will always be!
I only wish you could understand that and learn to see.
-Mexxy
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~wrote this when i was pissed off at some guy...name isnt important~
