Maybe if I lost another pound
Then I wouldn't be so round
Maybe if I slit my wrists
Then I wouldn't be so pissed
Maybe if I fake a smile
Then my friends will believe it for a little while
Maybe if I die
Then I won't have to live a lie
When my best friend won't tell me anything anymore
Maybe life is just too much of a chore
So I'll down my pills
Make one more slash that kills
That's ok I was always messed up in the head
That's why no one will miss me when I'm dead
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A/N
I wrote this when I was having such a bad day and my friend pretty much was ignoring me and kinda left and all these horrible thoughts were running through my head but for some reason poetry is how I get all these bad feelings out, when I write them down it's like a burden has been lifted and I just wrote all these things down and I felt better
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