whats this life for¿¿?

Whats this life for, I ask myself
I want to die
when I cut Im only hurting thyself
as I strike the skin I start to cry

When I cut, I release pain
I have nothing to gain
life just aint worth it
so I steal a gun, hold it in my hand
point it at my head
pull the trigger, and fall dead

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