Would I have the courage to slice and dice my wrists? Would I have the courage to really end all this? would it matter to anyone? would it matter if I was gone? So frustrated with everyones lies so tired of always being the one to cry. I am always looking for some kind of truth but through all the doors I only find lies so whos it going to be this time? My heart races at the thought to take a knife and cut my throat my eyes start to tear up at the thought but maybe it'd be a good thing to leave this world and all its pain I wonder if it would rain on my funerals day I wonder who would come and who would get the blame?Birth sign: Pisces
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