My mind is hell
Where my thoughts kill me every day.
I don't remember last time when I felt well
As about happiness,there is nothing to
say.
I am finally drawn to suicide,
Maybe,this is my only salvation.
I see there remains no light
In this world of fake fashion.
I want people not to touch me at all
Because people only know how to hurt.
I hardly can feel my soul
And I almost lost my heart.
Salvation
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