i'm d e f O R m E D 
can't you see? 
i bet god had big plans for me 
even he is ashamed 
looking down on me 
as i stand 3 inches from 
jumping off my balcony 
                              won't you look at me? 
even god will show up at my trial
"LOCAL TEEN JUMPS TO FINAL LAST PLEA"
look at me look at me 
                              you saved up all that compassion mom
for my sister, far worse than me 
i always let everyone down, right? 
i should stick to my plan of six feet underground, right? 
                              no matter what i do 
at this point i just wanna say goodbye
is that alright? 
                              saying sorry is a few years too late
i guess you didn't hear me 
over your bill shuffling 
when i said i need help mom 
i need help again 
                              i can't say i blame you when you 
point fingers at my pill dosage 
and teenage hormones 
it's always my fault 
being the only one 
to blame tonight 
                              my skin never looked this clean 
i think just maybe i was always meant 
to have scars and wounds 
and gaping holes 
in places loved one tore me apart 
                              i just don't know if these things heal after someone's dead
                                      
                                          
                                   
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