I Hate My Life
I Sit Home and Listen To My Parents Fight
I Watch In Terror,
Blood Raining From My Wrist.
Will this day be my last.
My first to feel alive?
I can not feel alive.
for i have been dead for years.
and can not get my life back.
so i cut, fuck up across my arms.
and wait for god to come and take me.
to write love on my arms...
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