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For IzKatiebug

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For IzKatiebug

I sat there. Alone, sad, crying, depressed. Why did it have to be me? What did I ever do wrong?

I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

I laid there sadly. Pony walked in with some ice cream.

"Hey," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"Leave me be Pone," I said and he nodded walking back out.

I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

I sat there looking at the blade on the nightstand. I picked it up and started cutting. It's not like anyone would miss me anyway.

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

Each cut I cried. I cried and cried.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

I shook my head violently. I wanted to die. I couldn't tell you why.

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

"Soda"

I jumped up startling myself.

"You need to come in. Boss said if not you're fired"

I got up grabbing my DX jacket slipping it on. I left the sleeves down so no one saw my cuts. No one could know.

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware

I trudged into the DX and stood behind the counter. Sad. Steve pat me on the back and continued to the back to work on the cars.

By becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

I stood there until I heard the door open. Great.

"Welcome to the DX. How can I help you" I asked sadly and didn't even look up. It was silent so I was so confused.

I looked up to see a girl standing there with a sad look. She had medium brown hair that stopped at her back, baby blue eyes, plump pink lips, thick black eyelashes, curvy body and looked about 5'2. She looked familiar. I didn't know where from.

She walked over and grabbed my hands.

"You okay?"

"I don't know you," I said and she smiled sadly.

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