Wish I was never here, this life of mine, I don't care
Sit with my head down in the cradled position, knife firmly in my hand
Tears pouring like rain, blood kept still on my wrist
If I died I won't be missed.
Because I am hated, my life is ill-fated,
Constantly being ignored
I hate my life, I hate this soul, this body created and borrowed
So distant, yet I'd rather I was dead, even my family doesn't care
The one favorite I've chosen has been pulled away
This black void has emptied, sorrow has returned once again.
Sit with my head down in the cradled position, knife firmly in my hand
Tears pouring like rain, blood kept still on my wrist
If I died I won't be missed.
Because I am hated, my life is ill-fated,
Constantly being ignored
I hate my life, I hate this soul, this body created and borrowed
So distant, yet I'd rather I was dead, even my family doesn't care
The one favorite I've chosen has been pulled away
This black void has emptied, sorrow has returned once again.
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