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I'm up to early
I want to go to bed.
And yet, I can't control
What goes on in my head.

Knives, pills, electrocution,
And sheets hanging from doors.
Is it true what he says?
He doesn't love me anymore...

The sadness, and the pain-
I feel it all inside.
Like a gapping hole getting bigger,
I just want to curl up and die.

And yet I continue on,
Living this miserable life...
Still, I'm always questioning,
Why bother to survive?