"Did it hurt?"
"Does it hurt?"
Yes, yes in fact everything hurts, all I want to do is end my life, I just wanna scream out as long as my lungs will go, I don't want to be this anymore, this thing I have to call myself, this thing I have call my point of view, I don't like looking at myself and be absolutely disgusted, This isn't what I want, it never has been, your just never willing to listen
You never want to understand, I'll be glad when I'm able to leave this place with no struggles, sometimes I want help, but of course, I don't deserve it
Now my only way the cope with it
That burning pain in my chest, the tears that flow down my face,my throat twists and I choke up my words, I ask for help, you never listen
Ever
Overdramatic
It's what he calls everything I do, no matter what it is
You want me to tell you everything
But you won't even listen, you and them is why I've given up on EVERYTHING
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