Whats wrong with me?These things aren't supposed to happen.
These things don't happen.
I don't want a fairy tale story, but a life that
i could actually live through would be nice.
Maybe a nice white picket fence surrounding
the words creating and shaping my life.
No horses, or Prince Charming,
But love and happiness.
Not scare dome, worrying, and fear.
I'm tired of this life, of being put down,
used, feeling useless, unwanted,
and basically every other horrible thing you could think of.
I don't want to do this anymore, i don't think i can.
See ya life, it was nice while it lasted,
but it stopped long, long ago, whatever it was.
Stopped having a meaning, a use,
the only feelings i can handle
are the blades digging into my finger tips.
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