One day I am happy
one day I am sad
sometimes I am mad
i hate these suicidal thoughts
but in my eyes it is a homicide
because wether I kill myself or
I am still a murderer
there are days were I hope I get through it
and days I know I wont
i told you all I will not live to the age 25
my depression/bipolar will be the end of me
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