My life I wish for it to end
Me I now wish to be dead
In a world that is completely plastic
In a world gone completely tragic
There is me here I am listening to the thunder
I can't help but sit and wish that I was 6 feet under
3 years I've had to deal with agonizing depression
In a world where appearance and beauty is my only obsession
Finding motivation for anything anymore is the hardest task
My face, sad and worn, must be concealed behind a deceiving mask
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Author:
haileyleyva (
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- Category: Sad
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