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First I wanna start off simple, take it back and I’m a sinful waste of space, never have I encouraged myself to live but I have to leave the fucking place. I wake up everyday wishing that I hadn’t take another shot am I being dramatic, I see nothing but fake friend and family and I came into this world holding hands with the devil. Now he’s whispering in my ear pull that trigger, let the world know that you were sicker than they thought or even could imagine I lay in bed peacefully begging god to end this shit I’ll do another line can you believe that Bitch the cuts and bruises all around are me showing the world who I really can be. I sit here and question will I ever be okay while I take a puff and start to fade away

Will it be the drugs that kill me or the suicidal thoughts screaming inside of me

I’m really not an addict but I wanna be I wanna fight my demons in another reality. I wanna fade off to a different universe but never come down to avoid this fucking curse. They never loved you I’m telling myself yeah I know that I don’t need your help

Fuck the petty bullshit given you don’t care I told you I was hurting and you just stood there. I really wish I could tell you growing up sucks when your on your own. I guess I never had an actual home I never felt loved or safe at all I just felt hate and could bare to fall, I hold my head high with a smile, making people think I’m okay for awhile, but in reality I don’t fucking care I just wanna end my life I don’t wanna be here