I already know I'm ugly
You don't have to tell me
I already know I'm retarded
But you keep reminding me.
You are crap to live with
And your words hit like stones
And you keep beating me
While I'm lying all alone
You make me want to strike
A knife right through my wrist
But I know that is not
The way to deal with this
So I just take it all
All your detesting ways
I can't wait till I'm gone
We're both "counting down the days"
And when I'm gone I will
Have nothing to do with you
And I will never visit
'Cause you don't want me to
YOU ARE READING
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