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They wanted me to rhyme, throw away the lines (that) I write
Wish I was good enough, WHEN WILL I BE GOOD ENOUGH
For you nothing is right, my soul corrupt but no one cares.
Trauma upheld behind closed doors
Forced to kill myself over and over again...
Wish I was happy, wish people cared
Tear in the portal between my world & yours
Wish the world would die, and me with it.
Never enough, never good enough, NEVER FUCKING ENOUGH
Might as well be your knife at my wrist, the gun at my head, the cyanide in my cup
Please just kill me, I've been tortured enough.