UNSEEN
i hate this life
sometimes i wanna die
dont wana try
all i do is cry
broken down, unseen
kicked into the ground
set me free i pray
covering my face
prayng i stay unseen
pain so real
what the hell is the deal
I should be smiling
but instead my heart is dying
ugh whats wrong with me this depression is so deafing
i scream i choke
im so mean
why me?
lord just let me remain unseen
dont wana deal with life stabbing me.
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