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Feb 2018
Today I cry
thinking how I will die
from all of this stress that strangles me till I cant breath and I cry when I see happiness he loves to play games and that is all he won't help cure me this is how I pop the sleeping pills like smarties till I see darkness then that doesn't help and I cut and scream for someone to hear me but no one knows whats  wrong

with me it feels like I 'm  a piece of trash that gets kicked around till I slip and then I see you but they find me and hide me till I'm better or what they think that is why I cry for you and that is me this is my story my mom puts me away like a doll and makes me the poster boy but that is not me that is the soul that took over

my body to **** me so that they could have the perfect life those are my suicidal thoughts I love myself but they don't want me too they need my Demons to hold me down and make me drown so that I don't wake up from the dream I'm stuck in it.







Hello my love or are you
You call me beautiful but
You Lie till I don't see you
The you that used be the cute
Girl with long hair that

I used to know how we don't talk that much
I say hi and you leave me alone till I don't feel
It anymore and I tell my friends about how you changed
They say that you have changed but they don't acknowledge It    
I miss you I know that you miss me too.
Chris Allen
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Chris Allen  14/M/Austin,Texas
(14/M/Austin,Texas)   
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