Black waves swallow me
Joy diluted down to apathy
It sickens me
That I'm so sick
Won't someone help me help myself
Before I end my life too quick
Drowning in my sorrow
I don't think I'll live to see tomorrow
I'm judged before you even know me
Tattooed, branded all unholy
Sick, disgusting, twisted
I'm so broken, can you fix it?
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