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I can see my life crashing down in front of me...and theres nothing I can do to stop it...I fell like im outside looking in on everything....I dont belong here...I shouldent be here....Im so lost...im dead to the world : * ( ....
Im to depressed to go on but you'll be sorry when im gone...
I hate the way I feel each time I wish that I was dead.
I hate the way the voices seem to echo in my head.
I hate the way I'm scared to face the thing I have become.
I hate the way the pain arrives and I don't know where from.
I hate the way that I infect everything I touch.
I hate the way I sacrifice a little bit too much.
I hate the way I can't escape my pointless little life.
I hate the way the smallest things just cut me like a knife.
I hate the way I trust in no one not even myself.
I hate the way it seems I've put my heart upon a shelf.
I hate the way that I can't stand to see my own reflection.
I hate the way my self-opinion's built upon rejection.
I hate the way I hide my face so no one knows I'm scared.
I hate the way I've chased away all of those who cared.
I hate the way that I can't see whats right before my eyes.
I hate the way that when I fail, its never a surprise.
I hate the way I start each day not knowing whats in store.
I hate the way my hunger grows, though I don't know what for.
I hate the way I'll always be the cause of someone's pain.
I hate the way that everyday grows slowly more insane.
I hate the way that I can't move no matter how I try.
I hate the way my stomach hurts each time I want to cry.
I hate the way it hurts to say the way I really feel.
I hate the way I never know when anything is real.
I hate the way I feel inside when I know I'm to blame.
I hate the way I can't admit that I am so ashamed.
I hate my scars. I hate my skin.
I hate this hole I'm buried in.
Locked inside. I'm so alone.
I can't escape. I can't go home.
As long as there is pain to feel or tears to see,
I'll go on ruining everything. It's what I've come to be.
Im to depressed to go on but you'll be sorry when im gone...
I hate the way I feel each time I wish that I was dead.
I hate the way the voices seem to echo in my head.
I hate the way I'm scared to face the thing I have become.
I hate the way the pain arrives and I don't know where from.
I hate the way that I infect everything I touch.
I hate the way I sacrifice a little bit too much.
I hate the way I can't escape my pointless little life.
I hate the way the smallest things just cut me like a knife.
I hate the way I trust in no one not even myself.
I hate the way it seems I've put my heart upon a shelf.
I hate the way that I can't stand to see my own reflection.
I hate the way my self-opinion's built upon rejection.
I hate the way I hide my face so no one knows I'm scared.
I hate the way I've chased away all of those who cared.
I hate the way that I can't see whats right before my eyes.
I hate the way that when I fail, its never a surprise.
I hate the way I start each day not knowing whats in store.
I hate the way my hunger grows, though I don't know what for.
I hate the way I'll always be the cause of someone's pain.
I hate the way that everyday grows slowly more insane.
I hate the way that I can't move no matter how I try.
I hate the way my stomach hurts each time I want to cry.
I hate the way it hurts to say the way I really feel.
I hate the way I never know when anything is real.
I hate the way I feel inside when I know I'm to blame.
I hate the way I can't admit that I am so ashamed.
I hate my scars. I hate my skin.
I hate this hole I'm buried in.
Locked inside. I'm so alone.
I can't escape. I can't go home.
As long as there is pain to feel or tears to see,
I'll go on ruining everything. It's what I've come to be.