The Downside Of Love


I still hate myself every day

And it hasn't changed in a single way

Nobody loves me, I love no one

Try to avoid me or better yet, run.


I have no potential, not hard to see

A drop out child pleading on her knees

Asking for someone else to take her life

And send her up with the cut of a knife.


Nothing goes her way, she always fails

With a suicide note and her blood in a trail

"It's all over now" she thought, "I'm finally done"

With this fucked up life that's been well over-run.



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