My life was torn
I wish I was never born
so I fixed the mistake my mother made
made to take my life away, as I'm sitting here trying to dissapeare my life begains to fade away like night turning into day.
The blood trickling down my body as the pills start to take affect,
everything is grey, the blood begains to pool as my whole body fades away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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