This is my life story
Filled with hate and glory
Everyday I wake up with the urge,
To go back to sleep, and never wake again
To cut my wrists, to see the thick blood surge
To end my life because I know I can
To pop those bottles of oxy pills
To do basically anything that raises my suicide skills
This is my life story
Filled with hate and glory
Everyday I think of the hate you said
All the time, I shed a million tears
All the time, its poundin through my head
All the time, its way worse then it appears
All the time, I wait for an end to this session
All the time, I suffering from this depression
That was my life story
Full with hate and glory
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