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Feb 2016
Try to speak but the words don't come out right
I don't cry but my tears like to put up a fight
Sick of this pain
Sick of this pity
What's next
will my life me in vain
Feel like **** every day
Will someone please help me
I don't want to but I do
My mind says yes while my heat says no
What's next for me
Is it time to go
I'm depressed
I'm a mess
Hate self pity
But I do it any ways
God when will I feel happy agin
This is just a sick game
I remember nothing before I became depressed
They Speak of I life I do not know
Oh what dose it feel like to be happy
Sick of this pain
Sick of this pity
What's next
Will my life be in vain
Feel like **** every day
Will some one please help me
I don't want to but I do
My mind says yes while my heart says no
Oh when will it be time for me to go
Can't you help me
Please can't you before I cave to self harm
Before I let the scars stay forever on my arm
I'm sick of this ****
I can't smile with out it being a lie
I don't let myself cry
sick of this pain
Sick of this pity
Teresa garza
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Teresa garza  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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