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by © fÚnkŸ fÃŘm © Jul 13, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
They push you around, They tease you, they do what they know will make you sad. Your stepfather hits you, He locks you in your room, With nothing to eat, Nothing to drink. Your mother is gone, She doesn't know what to do, She is afraid that he will hurt her. So don't hurt yourself, Just for them, That would make them happy, So don't do it. You were so young, But you let your life slip away, Nothing to say as your eyes close, There you are, Lying on the floor, Cold and, Dead.