It wasn't because I wanted to kill myself

No

I can't leave

I hurt my hands because I needed to feel pain

I felt like I deserved it

I needed something that proved I wasn't good enough

And so ripping at my own skin proved even I wasn't good enough to myself

 

You know, I've figured it out

Well, figured myself out

I could never kill myself

Each way proves a little more painful than I'd like to go

No

I don't want to kill myself

I just want to be dead

 

I want to join God

I want to get away from the negativity

From the people defining me by the letters on a paper

I want to get away from the words whispered in the halls

I need to get away

I need to get away.

I need to get away!

I Need To Get Away.

I Need To Get Away!

I NEED TO GET AWAY

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