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Doctor
Im sick
You see
These thoughts in my head
Are killing me
Making me wish i was dead
But you cant see that
This sickness
Is within
It makes me do things
That im ashamed of
You see
It takes control
As nighttime settles in
It puts a knife in my hand
And makes me cut my own skin
I try to stop
I really do
But the relief of pain
Is intriguing
So i cant help
But to cut some more
And watch
As the blood pours
You see
Doctor
I need help
This life
Ima living
Isnt no life at all
Cause ima prisoner
To myself
Ive got nothing to live for
You see
O what about friends you ask
Well theyve all abandoned me
But then again they never really cared
They just used me
What about family you may ask
Well doctor
You see
Ther all disappointed
In me
The demon
In my head
Ill say his name is
Fred
Hes my only friend
He comforts me
When im sad
In other words
He gives me quite the fright
When he takes control of me
At night
But you see
Its not just him
Thers others too
Some have names
Some dont
You see
Dear doctor
Theres a pain in my heart
When i think of certain people
Why might that be
Its a pain
Like no other
And hurts
Like a mother fucker
Ive gotten used to it
Cause everynight
This pain
Consumes me
You see
Doctor
Im dying inside
No doubt about that
Ther aint no helping
Me now
Im too far gone
But when i finally leave
Just remember
What i told you
Cause doctor
I cant take this anymore
So at my funeral
When all the people i despise
Meet to grief my demise
Please
Show them this letter
Dear doctor
So they see
How much i loathed them
And tell them of my condition
So they see
That i wasnt "just sad"
And i couldn't "just be happy"
And that
I knew that they never loved me
Thank you
Dear doctor
Now you see
Death has finally come
For me
So i must go now
Thanks for nothing

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