I'd like to chose my own way
I'd like to chose my own death.
Not the candy-coated one you have for me
Because I want you to finally wake up and see,
That I'm tired of being tormented to hell,
By all your pretty lies
Bruising my body and mind
Till I'm permanently half blind.
I'm so used to never living,
That's what I'm tired of.
I'm tired of being to used
by perverts previously abused
I've tried to stop this from happening
But my arms are far to weak.
I don't think I can hold on any longer,
I've given up on becoming stronger.
I just know, I know,
I know there's no point to this.
It's over,
It's All Over.






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