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God just kill me

This useless excuse for a life

I was never meant to be

The depression hurts more than this knife

My familily left me im all alone now

Im better off dead

Don't waste the time to think how

In that time a bullet will enter my nead

For those of you that care

Thank you for being there

A fast but sharp pain cutting into my wrists

Breathing hard and clenching my wrists

My heart still beats and the pain persists

Depression only god could stop

I hit the ground plop

Too late for sorrow

I won't be here tomorrow