My Mind.

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I've felt that life isn't on my side

That I need to commit suicide

To stop all this pain and bullshit

Of trusting people that don't care as much as I do

I'm always being told that I'm the problem

I'm already broken inside

Numb from all of the trying to be perfect

To hide my flaws

To be flawless

Maybe suicide can help

When I'm laying in a coffen caked with makeup

I finally won't be the problem

But only be a distant memory