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Why do i feel the need to hide

why cant you just took to my inside

see what it is that i cover up

cant you see that ive just had enough

im tired of being something that im not

if i continue like this i will surly rot

all of these fronts have gotten to me

god, will you please just set me free

i cant go on, atleast not like this

my knife slowly tears through my wrist

the blood drips and show no remorse

the pills begin to take their course

i dont want to die, but i see no other way

im in so much debt, it's now my time to pay

to all those that give a damn, im sorry

im not leaving, you have no reason to worry

i just cant continue to do this

i can no longer be who you wish