The darknesss is consuming me.
The darknesss is consuming me.
when ppl ask me how i am i say ¨fine¨"but we all know wat that really means.
Im calling for help but no one can hear me.
Im slowly dieing.
The knife...so sharp..but i dont feel the pain anymore.
I feel so dead....If god really wanted us hear he would answer out calls and help us.
I just want to die.
No one knows the pain and no one can hear the screams of my soul.
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