I Usually Don't Not Have a Title

I know it's wrong
but I just can't help it
I want to cut myself
I want to die everyday
With every insult and embarrassment

I need to get away
Music don't help right now
I feel like drinking my brains out
to forget this madness
and go home even when I am home

I have to feel nothing
Why couldn't I stay that way
I don't need to care
I just want to hide

Just give me an excuse
That’s all I'm asking for
Someone give me the reason to fall

Linda M Lopez

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