druguse
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Kids are dying
Younger and younger
By their own hand
They're being pushed to the edge
And they can't return
They feel alone
And helpless
And have no where to go
How many kids have to die
i lost myself
in my blanketed tomb
scars on my wrist
and pills on my tongue
couldn't breathe
although i tried
i tried and tried
You look familiar
Like a boy I used to know
But he’s not here anymore.
You are a shredded kite
Searching for a reason to stay tethered to solid ground
You haven’t found one.
