insecurity- this time it’s got the best of me.
apathy- this time i think it’s killing me.
try to scream- but i can’t make any noise.
try to breathe- but the breath has lost my voice.
there has got to be a better way.
some way to get rid of this f-cking pain.
is my future in a razor blade?
sometimes suicide isn’t so insane.
bad memories- so i drink to forget.
but you see- all i lose is self respect.
no control- no more goals and no more aim.
blackened soul- everyday it feels the same.
can’t face the boredom that everyday brings.
i’m feeling guilty for an uncommitted crime.
left dangling from a puppeteer’s strings.
my body’s free but my mind is doing time.
suicide- everyday a soul is lost.
justified- i think i’ll carry my own cross.
bedside note- sory mother if you cry.
but life’s a joke- so i think today, i’ll just lay down and die.
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