The clouts are dark and thick
As I sit here all alone outside...
Where my ladies at?
they ain\'t here...
I wanted to have fun,
You wanted to drink...
As i cut my soft, smooth, skin....i see my bf...
ps...
I hate the way u hurt me.
i hate the way u made me cry...
Sometimes when i get thinking,
I realise my that my life is fake...
Don’t be scared it’s only a knife,
& this is how I take my life with blood written...
When dawn brings a new start
I still always get up and find...
Just give me one little reason to live,
Tell me just what life has to give...
As the long grieving days pass by
Thoughts of my life whirl away...
To my friends and family, you all mean so much to...
but once you get and read this note, I'll no...
Why did u touch me the way u did u hurt me so...
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