Do I hate myself, or do I hate the world?
Does the world reject me, or do I reject it?
Am I raped by nature, or tortured by society?
Am I intelligent, asinine, crippled, or crazy ;
For I have no ability...
Give me a gun, or a pill and I shall have some fun,
Self abuse is the best remedy to use.
Don't call me a loser, call me the user,
For if I'm the user, can I be the loser?
Yes, the lonely user feels like an abuser and an abuser is a loser.
Suicide is not something to hide,
Like a caged animal that's tired of being inside,
Just use a knife to end my strife.
This doesn't rhyme, may not even make sense. I really don't care.
Remember: Suicide is not something to shrug your shoulders to, and depression is not fake. It's some for real shit, and it can make one go through hell. It's a living nightmare and there is no escape, no one to run to, and no need to cry, either way every day we die.
Edited by user 03 November 2011 16:27:48(UTC)
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