Life isn's worth it,
With this fear that I feel.
Death creeps on me
Trembling,
Then kneel
Society tries to tell me
I am never worh it,
With this blade in my hand
The pressure is ever rising.
Though death brings the unknown
It's better then being alone.
There is rejection of me everyday
My beliefs
My looks
My actions
My talents
I am never good enough
So I sit til death does part me
From this life I live,
From this fear of loneliness
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