I wish I was gone, I wish I was dead,
I wish a had a bullet right in my head,
I don't know why I'm living, I don't know why I'm here,
I don't know why I'm being fed only hate and fear,
My only hope, my only strength,
My only peace, is far away,
Even though I talk to him every single day,
I still miss him, I still wish it was him I was with,
This is not my life, but I won't touch a knife,
I'll just keep on living, and they'll keep on giving
Their hate, and I will be here sitting, as I wait,
But when I'm gone, I hope it's not too late..
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