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fucked up yes i am keep my wrist sliced, like a tomato after its been diced,

take my lighter and burn my cuts, keepin em closed like private clubs,

im quiet and depressed, never a talker or a fighter,

im the one child god never blessed, im hyper at times, and poisonous like an indian viper,

some may call me emo, but im just sad cuz im labeled as zero,

ill never be popular, the closest ill get to a girl is through the lens on my binocular,

i hate life my mom left me for Vegas, but im happy she calls once a month,

i wish that i was famous, so that i could get a girl and maybe a son,

all i ever wanted to do was impress my father,

but he looks at me and says "why even bother", hands me a dollar and says go to school,

but i cant even buy a bottle of water with that, so its no wonder im not fat,

im just a child, living in a horrible habitat, trying to think outside the box,

i know i need my hair styled, because its frizzy like a cat, and rough like a fox,

all i want is to be appreciated, i want to be the one to tell someone theyr if theyr obligated or not,

but its hard when everyone frowns upon the tone of your name,

when people see me they say "hey look at that fag", and i keep walking pretending as if it was only wind,

but its hard to keep walking, even to stay standing, while im taking a drag, from my unlit cigarette,

i just want to be loved, i dont want to be shoved, down flights of stairs,

listening to kids around me screaming fight, over and over,

so i should just give up and leave this place so that my life will be over,