u take everything to the wrong way u beat it up like its in your way people look and complain
they call you crazy or mentally insane and u feel their is nothing to see here know one to be here.
your are afraid and you have know one to save you.
you take it like know one is watching . you cry until the break of dawn you weep until you sleep.
you shake until the cold go's away. youre mother is looking for you and she cant find you. you want
her to you feel you. you start to weep again. you look around your cold lonely home for something to cut yourself with, you take the razer out the med cabinet you smoothly slide it
across your arm you stop when you get to your wrist you take the drugs out the cabinet
you take 6 at once you have no drink to help rush it down. you look at the razer then lay in the bathtub running water when it gets high you still keep the water on you put the razer up to
your wrist and took your last cut you go down in the water and never come back up because their is nothing to see here know one to be here.
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Historical Fictioncrazy how the world seems great but it start to fall right before your eyes