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Your laying on the floor in a puddle of blood
All depressed and sad.

Your crying and wondering why is it so hard?
You feel rejected all the time,
You feel so unloved,
You feel so mad and sad,
All the time.

You hate the stuff that happens,
and this is how you escape.
But it went too far now and,
Look at all the shame.
It is on the ground and
it has stained mothers white carpet
Red.

Now she is going to be upset when she sees the mess you made.
She wont be all that upset of what she sees lying dead.

She will blame you even through you are dead .