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done.

i'm done with this life,
i'm done with it all..
i'm in so much pain,
i just want to fall...

my arms are covered,
in little pink lines...
they just keep reminding me,
of these horrible times..

and i'm tired of wearing,
this stupid fake smile...
and being judged on
my own personal style...

its causing me to hurt,
and to breakdown and cry...
and making me ask the
question "why?"

why this?
why that?
why are you
so fat?

why don't you
just be good?
and do the things
you know u should?

why can't you see
that it is best...
to permanately put
your self to rest...

all these question,
are eating at me...
their tearing my soul
and breaking me into three...



i just had to write this to get my thoughts out... not very good but whatever its more for me that you guys....

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