Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Here I sit

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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