here i am at the edge of the cliff again
if u say it gets better then i must ask u when
a gun to the head to end the pain
gonna put a bullet through my brain
my life feels so worthless
please tell me what is my purpose
im tired of hating myself everyday
but nobody will care anyway
i was stood at the edge
how did i find my self falling off this ledge
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Author:
Ace (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 9th, 2023 06:39
- Category: Sad
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