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| Feeling so alone It's like my existence isn't known Sitting here at this computer Listening to the music from the tv Wishing there was someone to love me Someone to hug me Someone to caress me Someone to kiss me Just someone to be there for me Sure there's friends but that's not what I'm talking about Even you know that. Should I go against my morals and just give up? Give up this life, The one that seems to make me a ghost amongst the others I'm never the one noticed in the crowd Just someone that takes up space and makes annoying sound I used to be against the thought of suicide Can't imagine how someone could have that much pain inside But death is just part of the circle, right? Something that is thought to be black as night, |
| But it is really something that holds so much wonder, Death itself makes you ponder- 'What will happen after? Is there heaven or hell like claimed to be? Are you rebord thousands of years later? Or become part of the many molecules in nature? Or is it just the end?' All these are thoughts that run through your head Before you slice your wrist to become dead. Will anyone care about you? Or com to your Funeral? But if no one does, will you even know? As you make the decision You just don't care about anything Except making that incision Blood runs down your arm Your thoughts begin to swarm Then you regret You feel like you are falling With knowing below you there is no net And that's it. That's your end. |