im all ready dead
i sit up at night
wondering will i be alright
i long to die
my life is so hazardist
i long to die
my mom abuses me and my dad is not around
i long to die
everyday i seem to lose a part of me that ill never get back
i long to die
a cry for help seems to come so easily
but no help is given
i long to die
little did i know i was all ready dead
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