So tired of feeling like dying.
Go ahead! Shame me while I’m crying!
Make sure to lock the door when you go,
And don’t leave the key under the mat,
The door to my heart is forever closed.
This emptiness that I feel,
That isn’t really real...
Has overtaken my soul.
Where your skeleton fingers have gripped me,
And refuse to let go.
There will come a day I wake up, and won’t mind.
Until then, the darkness within me is taking its time.
The quiet are the boldest.
We have the loudest screams you’ll ever hear.
Asking silently for someone to pretend to be sincere.
Don’t worry my friend, I promise I’m okay.
Just don’t forget what I said,
about throwing the key away.

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