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In this life I suffer,

For reasons unknown,

Although I know why I live,

I live to feel pain and suffer.



I live because I was made,

I was made so I could suffer,

Do you think I like this?

I hate suffering and pain.



This is your fault i'm suffering,

Always treating my like crap,

Never acknowledging i'm alive,

Why do I even like you?



Playing with my head and my heart,

Never having a true friend,

Untill now, even you hate me,

Won't always be there for me.



The pain inside from never having you about,

Wanting to rip open my flesh and spill redness,

Bright red bubbling blood seeping out,

Silver blade and white bandages on my wrists.



Lying in the bath silently dying without care,

Dying in pain, mistrust and depression,

A blank expression on my face,

Pink water around my stone cold, blue body.



Never again seeing day, night, friends again,

Never regretting letting go of my shackles,

Freeing myself from cares and problems,

Having a happy moment in my death.



Amber incense burning as I die,

Drifting through out the house,

My life fading before my eyes,

My mind shutting down slowly.



Death gripping at my veins, pulling me,

Life losing it's hold on my body,

My soul floating emotionlessly away,

My body limp and stone cold.



Tears dropping at my grave side,

My soul laughing and giggling,

Lovers, friends, family, ex-lovers, crying,

They really did care about me, too late!



Half a year later i'm forgotten,

My corpse rotting away underground,

My soul in between heaven and hell,

Acting as if I was never alive.



Years passed and i'm still forgotten,

I thought you all cared for me, I was wrong,

You didn't like me, you never liked me,

Never regretting making those cuts!