Friday, September 8, 2017

I would be
Better off dead
A spear in my heart
Or a bullet to the head
Maybe drink some bleach
So the ones around me see
The pain that I've felt ;
It's been magnifying 
I've lost all hope
At the end of my rope
Can't continue to cope
The darkness is dear
My only friend here
I have no one to talk to
No one to confide 
No one to listen
In the darkness I ride

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