Here I sit
knife in hand
ready to end it all
The hurt
The pain
The sorrow
The rain
From tears pouring
down my face
Why all the scorn
I can't help the way
I was born
Not like I Chose to
be born like this
Nobody granted me a
wish
If people would see
me
Not my defects
The would see a nice
guy
If people would see
me
Not my defects
They would find a
true friend
Who would stick by
them to the end
No all they see is
the outside
That is why they
laugh
That is why they
cause me pain
That is why my eyes
flood
A constant flow of
acid rain
Here I sit
knife in hand
ready to end it all
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