To whom it may concern, 
why is my life so tattered and torn?
Often I wish I never was born. 
To whom it may concern, 
will my life always be this way? 
Because if it is then i'll welcome death any day. 
To whom it may concern,
is it wrong of me to think thoughts of death, 
even if I feal I've got nothing left? 
To whom it may concern, 
why was i put on this god forsaken earth? 
I often wish something would have went wrong during my childbirth. 
To whom it may concern, 
why does it hurt so deep down inside? 
I'm supossed to be a man so I can't just run and hide. To whom it may concern, 
a 6 foot grave seems like perfect bliss, 
if I have to live life feeling like this. 
To whom it may concern, 
any suggestions on how to ease the pain? 
For if it doesn't stop soon I fear I'll go insane 
To whom it may concern

*Note:* 
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