My sucidie

No one cares about me so i should just die
i just give up i quit i don't want to try
no one ever calls no one needs a loser like me
so if i cut my wrist i'm still not winning anything
i could hang myself or over dose on pills
people won't care there'll just think i'm ill
some might say it's depression some might say sucide
no one will ever really know because i live a lie
yes i know i act happy and yess i know i always care
but if u look deep enough u'll see what's really there

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