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You tell me to describe my feelings to you

I use one word depressed you just laughed

I ignore you cause i could care less about what you think

You tell me I don\'t know what depressed means

But i do your to busy though to see what I\'m going through

I\'m a failure i already know so stop yelling it at me mom

Go ahead and hit me for talking back it doesn\'t hurt one bit I\'m a fan of pain remember my wrist?

I could end this all tonight mom but I\'m stronger then that

But you must be pretty weak since your trying to beat me to death

I guess you couldn\'t handle the truth about your own daughter. I\'m sorry i couldn\'t be perfect like my sister.