Would you ever believe
What puberty has done to me
How it twists my mind
And makes my soul slowly die:
You know it's probably just me
With all my faults and my sins
But pretty girls and crushes
Is where most of the hell begins
It happens to those
Who are ugly and introverted
They casted to the side
Their poor beings deserted
No matter how hard you try
You can't change human nature
You don't have good genes
But these thoughts are the danger
And thoughts of how
The world would not miss
You if you took this knife
And cut off your wrist
And I have thoughts like these
But I don't really want to die
I just never wished to exist
It's not called suicide
It's like I regret that I was born
But I would not rather be dead
So I fucking I'm stuck here
In this feeling of dread
It is called loneliness, isolation or fear
Depression, anxiety, hopelessness, and hate.
You wipe all of your loving thoughts clear
So you fall in one of the darkest state
A hole, where your mind is
With thoughts dark and drear
Two seven three, eight two five five,
Yes, it's memorized up here
I never needed it
Suicide is not right
But for others they think it is
It's there type of taking flight
From the loneliness, isolation and fear
Or depression, anxiety, hopelessness and hate
But if you think for a second that you'll never find love,
They're just hidden in the world in here
Go find them.
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