When I said I was happy I was just lying.
Each morning I wake up and find myself dying.
I tried to cut my wrists but the knife was too blunt.
I tried to hang myself but the tree branch broke.
I tried consuming poison, but I only got high.
I tried to light myself on fire but I couldn’t find a match.
I jumped of a high raiser only to fall in a swimming pool.
I lay on the railway tracks, but the motormen went on strike.
I am nothing but a loser.
And now I want to die because am not good even at killing myself.
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