Being born, never easy
Living life, never sleazy
Everyone thinking your lower than dirt
Even your loves think your a perk
Treated like shit your entire life
Eyes of tears, without a fight
Ending your life against your will
In your mind your calm and still
Taking in whatever your delt
Going to a place with a notch in your belt
After your gone you won't be a bother
This is my story, pain of a martyr
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