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In This Life There's Nothing To EnjoySo I’ll Pretend I’m A Boy And Give Myself A Stupid Name Like TroyThey Want Me To Be Perfect Like A Pl..

I Am Who I’m Being If You Can’t See What I’m SeeingThen You Can’t Hear What I’m Speaking

All I Do Is BoreI'm An Emotional WhoreMy Body Is SoreAnd My Soul Is Tore

Stuck On My BedStuck On The Text I Miss ReadStuck On The Things He SaidStuck On The Things I DreadStuck on The Things I LedStuck On The Fact I'm Dead

My Friend Hakeem Helped me Improve This So Shout Out To him

I Hide Outside I Hate Inside The Feeling Of Anger The Smell Of Danger I Try To Run But It’s No Fun F**k This I’m Done I Care For..

Can't Breath Can't See Is There Anyone That Can Help Me I'm Losing Feeling I'm Losing Meaning

This is a poem about hating myself it is a bit graphic so if that is something you don't like please don't read this

It Gives Me ChillsTake So Many Pills And It Slowly Kills All My Social Skills I Have To Take Them To Feel I Have To Take Them To Feel Real

All I Said Was No Please Don't Go Baby I'm Sorry I just Don't Like My Body