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Depression throws its arms round me, yet still I smile outwardly

Anxiety, anxiety - the future looks cold and so lonely

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will be the end of me

"So kill yourself, just kill yourself - if I were you I'd kill myself"

Why tell me things I don't believe, your sweet lies don't bring me relief

Why won't you take me seriously? Multivitamins they can't cure me

Can it be true there's no relief, and this is how it will always be?

"So kill yourself, just kill yourself - if I were you I'd kill myself"

No success can ever cover up, the fact that I'm not man enough

Why can't we die with such sweet ease when life it self’s a terminal disease?

I yearn for love I'll never seek, who could love this hideous freak?

"So kill yourself, just kill yourself - if I were you I'd kill myself"

Depression throws it's arms round me, I'm sorry I'll be late for tea

Anxiety, anxiety - the future looks so fucking bleak

I take a leap and fly away, for all are equal in the grave

"So kill yourself, just kill yourself - if I were you I'd kill myself

So kill yourself, just kill yourself - if I were you I'd kill myself

Just kill yourself, just kill yourself - if I were you I'd kill myself"

Another inexplicable suicide

Another blighted life has died

Why oh why oh why oh why

Tell me why the young must die

Why oh why oh why oh why

Tell me why the young must die

Penis Poetry