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I cry for help,
nobody hears,
I change my style,
nobody cares,
I slice my wrists,
nobody notices,
Finally I show them what I've done,
I get sent to an institution,
When I'm free,
I cut too deep and put a bullet in my brain,
My pain is over,they finally notice me,
I'm it the obituarys,
My friends and family say "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
All they had to do was help,
they turned their heads,
Now I had been layed to rest.
and so it ends.
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