Should I live Or Die?

Dead in the streets is where I'm heading to be.
out in the cold.
nobody to hold,
my heart is no longer that gold.

drugs are some of my hope's
they make me feel alive,
with out them, I think I shall die.
cutting seems just to take away the pain.
looking at my blood, gushing to wards the other way.
crying to let some of my feelings out.

but seems to me.
nobody can see.
the true side to me.
they all say they want me to be happy,
They say "if you try you can"
I'm sorry to say, all I'm feeling is crappy.
I'm paying my life through.

I hide, all the TRUE feelings inside.
I hate to say,
I'm never going to be the same.
"once a failure, always a failure"

I can't make it on my own.
I'm falling to the ground,
I can't get up,
I can't even move.
I want to be locked up,
Thrown away,
To hell.
right where I belong.

Maybe I'll be better,
I don't want help any more,
some people are trying,
But all I'm doing is crying.
other's like to see me dying.

I just want to go to sleep,
without a weep,
I feel like a creep.
I'm becoming more weak.

~!EMO KID!~

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