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three.

*zach's pov*

every single day,
every single night
they all tell me to die.
should i?
because if i die,
would anyone care?
probably not.
no one will truly care.
no one knows me.
there's no one that could ever understand me because i'm just a bundle of complication.

full of pain and pressure.
nothing would ever make it better,
because i'm deep within the ocean,
so deep that if i keep going further,
it might just lead me to death.

why can't anyone understand?
why can't i tell anyone?
why am i afraid?
why am i like this?
why do i have to suffer?

i feel like i could just push those fears and problems aside and be in a world where i can just live.

every day,
i would put on this persona where i'm happy, or whatever,
then it all comes crashing down at night.
why do i listen to all this hate?
why do i feel like these death threats will push me to the edge?
why?

Just tell me why
I gotta make things right
Tonight, tonight

if only someone told me why,
then i would be able to fix things,
make them right,
so then it'll all be better than this.
please, someone just tell why am i the target?
if you actually love me, why do you love me?
someone please just tell me,
answer me,
just so i can understand.

no one could ever understand.....

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A/n: hey guys back at it again, so I'm hoping that Zach's fine right now, and remember spread da love and smiles not the hate! Alright thanks to everyone who's reading my stories. Love y'allz and see ya later! Peace!
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