Dead At 30
I live my life as I choose,
I don't listen to all the fools.
Slowly I become sick of life,
Soon I will slit my throat with a knife.
Gradually over time my pain grows stronger,
I then discover I don't want to live much longer.
The way I act is because of the way people treat me,
I wish someone would take a club and just ******** beat me.
All of my life I have been an outcast,
All of my life I have been just a piece of trash.
The darkness is where I hang,
I only come out at night or when it rains.
I don't give a ******** about what people think,
Soon I shall reach the brink.
Day after day I grow more insane,
Bash my head in and damage my brain.
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