These wounds wont seem to heel,
This pain is just to real,
Theres just to much that time cannot explain.

This may not be the end of "THE" world,
But it sure is the end of "MY" world...

I would rather be hated for what i am,
Than loved for what i am not.

All alone crying,
Hiding in the dark dying,
Another cut on my wrist,
Why'd things get like this?

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