Dying.


I can't take it anymore,
what's going on? I can't answer for.
I want to end it now,
but I'm afraid I don't know how.

They say they love you,
all the shit they give you
I wanna blast myself dead,
hold the trigger to my head.

Friends come and go,
they were all along a foe.
But family's here to stay.
At least, that's what they say.

I can see myself with tons,
but I would miss my loved ones.
I hope society sees me trying,
but what they don't is i'm dying.

My life is a living hell.
I'll never have a story to tell.
They never believe this shit is real,
until it's them, the ones who feel.

They all say change will come
but not for me, a little scum.

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