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I read your lips,
As you scream at me,
I try not to pay attention,
So I won't run away,
I'm tired of the yelling,
the picking on me,
I'm tired of the screaming,
And of nobody caring,
I don't like the evil man,
Not one bit,
I hate this evil man,
And I hate it,
It never helps either,
I don't think it cares,
It's like this evil man and it,
Are never there for me,
They want me hurt,
To have low self esteem,
They want me alone,
So they can continue to hurt me.
I want to die,
But know I can't,
I wish I had a blade,
But...if I did then what would I do,
Nothing...and that's the truth.