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im depressed....i cry myself to sleep..and you dont wanna do anything bout it...i dont think u care anymore...its like your friends...are more important then me...i just dont no what to do anymore..did i make a bad choice or what...
With the swipe of a blade or a knife.
I could leave this hell I call life.
No more pain, no more crying.
No more failing, no more lying.
No more sight and no more sound.
Just seeing and hearing my blood hit the ground.
I'll no longer be Tamara, I'll become a statistic.
No longer a child thriving to be optimistic.
No more faking happiness to see others smile.
No more searching for people to make life "worth while".
Suicide is not a cure, it's just an easy way out.
For weak people like me, who are filled with self-doubt.
I've prayed to God but he always ignores me,
I've talked to the man who I thought once adored me.
But he's why I'm here, why I'm writing this letter.
My eyes are gettin damper, my wrists getting redder.
So... this is it to all who are dear to me.
This is the last thing that'll you'll ever hear from me.
With the swipe of a blade or a knife.
I could leave this hell I call life.
No more pain, no more crying.
No more failing, no more lying.
No more sight and no more sound.
Just seeing and hearing my blood hit the ground.
I'll no longer be Tamara, I'll become a statistic.
No longer a child thriving to be optimistic.
No more faking happiness to see others smile.
No more searching for people to make life "worth while".
Suicide is not a cure, it's just an easy way out.
For weak people like me, who are filled with self-doubt.
I've prayed to God but he always ignores me,
I've talked to the man who I thought once adored me.
But he's why I'm here, why I'm writing this letter.
My eyes are gettin damper, my wrists getting redder.
So... this is it to all who are dear to me.
This is the last thing that'll you'll ever hear from me.