Laying in Bed Wanting to Die Looking at the Ceiling As tears fall from my eyes Depression over comes me Anger and strife Nothing makes me happy So what's the point of life No one will notice If i was gone tomorrow One less mouth to feed One less day of sorrow Crying has become natural No one ever cares As i wipe up another tear All I see are cold-hearted stares You've already fallen Down a spiral of hate Help is useless Months to late To all that is happy I've said goodbye Nothing seems important When all you wanna do is dieBirth sign: Scorpio
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