Slit my wrist and hope to die
I can’t answer their questions
I’m silent when they ask why
There’s so much to say
I was his toy
But I didn’t want to play
That, that doesn’t kill me makes me want death more
Why can’t I be
The girl I was before?
Did you see me, did you know I was there?
Did you know how I felt?
Did you even care?
Why did you ignore me? Was it something I said?
Will you notice me now
Now that I’m dead…
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