My problems are stupid they say,
I'm ugly they say,
I can't do anything right they say,
Do I believe them?
Of course I do,
Because it came from the people that should be loving me with everything they got,
But what did they do,
Look down on me every time I tried to make them proud,
I'm in this dark place,
Because they never made me feel like I needed to be here,
I was a nuisance,
I want out,
Suicide sounds heavenly,
Cutting sounds so peaceful,
But then I remember the people that actually care,
That's if they aren't lying too,
I hope they aren't,
Because this is my last straw,
I'm hanging off the cliff,
I'm just waiting to fall.
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