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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
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Sick of this
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
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
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