I try so hard and then I fail,
Same old nightmare.
Seems like everybody moved on,
I'm stuck in my same old ways.
I get high so I don't feel low,
It's killing my body, I know.
Talking to strangers so I feel new,
Everyone I loved now hates me anyway.
In my dreams I kill myself,
That helps me cope with the day.
There's blood and then there's my wrist,
I overthink everything.
The only reason I exist,
Is because of my mother's grief.
-Alisha.
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