I'm not dead.
I didn't commit suicide.
I wish i could.
But i cant.
It's not allowed in my religion.
I just failed my exams.
Got beaten up.
Got called names.
And my pain is gone.
I took it out on my blade.
And my pills.
I don't want to talk about it.
I don't want any ones pity.
I'm alive.
And ready for more pain.
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You're Reading My Mind
HorrorI sometimes feel like nobody cares about me. And guess what? It's true. Nobody really does, right now you're probably like 'Aw, but I do!' But really you don't. Nobody knows the real me, online I'm just someone fake, trying to impress people. B...
