Gallery of Pain: Untitled by Heather
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Heather
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Sometimes I'd like to kill myself
Sometimes I'd like to die You treat me like a piece of shit So then I cut until I cry You make me feel so worthless That I have to hurt myself Instead of taking it out on you I use the razors on the shelf I hate the way you treat me You act like I don't matter I guess I don't exist to you Should I cut until I shatter? |
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