The Truth

I pop pills to feel no pain
But in the end its all the same
I cut myself to feel like I matter
When really I want my brains all scattered.
Gun knife rope pills
In reality I'm really ill
Hide my face behind a mask
People never even ask
Fake a smile try not to cry
In all honesty I just wanna die
Death calls out my name with glee
Goodbye my love its my time to leave

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