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For every smile i fake,
another cut I'll make.
for every time i cry,
i wish even more i could die.

i know I'm not the only one
who puts up with depression,
i know you feel it too,
I'm waiting for your confession.

i wish i could stop feeling
like I'm the only one.
i wish i could relax
and maybe have some fun.

i know there are many
who truly do care,
and i know to them, my thoughts of death
really aren't too fair.

but the longer i live,
the more i feel,
the want to cut
and skip every meal.

i hate me for it
cant even look at myself
every time i do,
i feel like such filth.

i want it to end,
i want to be free.
i want to escape,
this empty feeling in me

*i know its bad. I'm not a really good writer...