Don't you know it hurts?
It hurts to fake a smile.
I say that I'm fine but really I just want to die.
Maybe jumping off a high building will do just fine.
That way before I go I can really know how to fly.
Or maybe a bullet in my head surely that will make me dead.
Slit my wrist up my arm, that will work like a charm.
I will say goodbye to those sunsets and those good memories, maybe you will understand I did this out of misery.
Please forgive me one day because honey now I'll be on my way.
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Poems and such
PoesíaPoems and things like that are what this book holds in store for you :)