they said im still a kid and i can do something with my life.
but what's life when you cannot understand why you are living it?
in a world full of hate and born where not being worthy is praised and where physical appearance or looks are judged.
id say im safe as iam to say im not but its just too early for suicide when my parent's already have hope and still take care of a 20 year old.
how about i just end all this pain and spill my own blood and take away what my enemies failed to take, a soul crying for help as it screams inside scratching the walls of imperfections and silence
how about i just pack my bags and wait till they fall asleep and run away just to redeem this pain of not accepting myself and being thankful for what i have
how about i just stay silent and pour fresh poison and write a note saying too deep to listen too because i failed trying but whats the point of this whole process while im not learning from my mistakes. i guess im already choked by this rope attached to the rooftop and iam already dead...
how about.
how about
©molamu
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