waking up, feeling sober and I hate it
i hate my self cuz no one else more fragile than me
wishing for better days im still praying
ill kill myself but the thought,is unsettling

feeling down
all I could think is to hurt myself
why can i be anyone else

im so damn pathetic
crying bout the little things
 gonna shoot my brains out
why is nothing comforting

im so fucking sick of it
tired of a few things
like rotting on the internet
and my fucking mood swings
then i heard my phone ring
it said..

i luv bowling for soup v2

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