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Thats it; Im tired, dead of all the shame.
Its been such a hard life,
and I cannot go on the same.
Im tired of
being the one with a kind heart,
The one with all the pain.
The one with that brakes apart.
People look at me,
like I am the one to blame.
The one with the disease,
But one all the same.
I am the one, sitting by oneself,
The one who is The flack, or The Outcast.
I am the one who no one cares for
Yet cares for everyone else
I
must be the one with many faces,
Both Kind and courageous
The one with fear and terror
The one that is shunned
and dangerous.
But now, I am the one with the pills
The one who holds the knife.
I am the one with the gun,
The one who takes his life.
Slit his wrists, stab his Heart,
Bullet into the head,
Pop the killer pills
into his mouth
To Overdose, and found horribly dead.
Other people, they say I was the best person,
Yet behind
close doors they disagree.
The one they said they I was close to
But never, the liars, close to me.
Watch
out for those you bully.
Be careful whom you tease and taunt,
For one day they might take their life,
And your
memory theyll haunt.
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