Why does everyone keep tellin me that i have everything goin for me? What do i have goin for me? Nothing that i can see. My life is a living hell. I wanna die to get away from it all. But ppl wont let me. They take the knife or the gun anf tell me that "nothing is worth dieing over". Guess they dont know real pain. Like my one of my poems say "i feel like im in a crowded room screamin at the top of my lungs and no one cares. No one even look up" I feel like im not important.

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