I'm a F U C K UP

by Bittersweet Sundown   Oct 31, 2006


I'm sorry for this,
For cutting my wrists.
Everything I do isn't right,
It always causes a fight.
I'm out of his life,
I just need a knife.
If only I died,
Or at least try to hide.
I don't want this pain,
It's literally driving me insane!
I'm sorry, I'm a F U C K up...

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