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I just feel as if i don't matter
Like i didnt get a life served on a silver platter
And i lie almost everyday
Sometimes i push people out of the way
When im depressed i try to hide it
I say im just tired and show that my wrists are unslit
No one really gets it at all
Somtimes i just feel im surrounded by a wall
I wish i was sometimes in my life
Then my only friend would be a knife
Im not just sad, i'm very depressed
Seeing how all of the sadness over the years progressed
Slitting my wrists i feel no pain
I then i feel as if im insane
No pain i can feel
Its like nothing is real
Now as i go to sleep
The cuts on my arm are twice as deep