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Absolute Abomination
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Posted: 08 March 2019 at 3:28pm |
never looked each way to cross the street took each day like i cant be beat depression, suicidal thoughts i thought i beat built myself up then a fortnite later suffer defeat no game i mean two weeks, victory royale would be so sweet nah that aint me nah im the type to cry a river, duck down and drown the thoughts out but its hard with a closed mouth the walls scary and they creepin in they haunt me so i keep em inside my mind keep my eyes wide open at night see the ceiling as i fight to go to sleep the cousin of death, its kiss so bleak a sombre song full of macabre memories avoid sober so long, bacard or hennessy it dont matter to me, put two to the head and black out i feel attacked now, head split and cracked, how? dont remember shit from the night before self-inflicted? was i in a fight, or... nah that aint me nah im the guy that watches from afar a guy that wishes he could play guitar a guy that wants to travel the stars who wants to be the first on mars escape this madness, im 30 seconds from the end of my rope like is this some sick joke? shit no, i've gone for broke lost hope, epitaph wrote, say he was a top bloke there for his friends and loved ones this is the end, at least he got one but to be franco he's glad he didn't know how much they cared, or knew his blank stare was a sign of something else to come just didnt have the words to undo that rope, unload that gun blunt the blade, stump the hate investigate how their brother, cousin, nephew, uncle, and son felt the world on his shoulders, no chips but ice bricks, he needs help the size of atlas boulders, he thinks there's nobody else great idea that he's got looks at the edge of the rooftop stands on the ledge and his view drops broken thoughts, but he's not so he steps off sees an arm extend with a friendly face behind it reaches out but his minds just lyin silent screams until hes stopped by the pavement his last thought WAIT! blood splatter cant describe his pain spirit wishes he could take it all away and start again with the same friends and family without all the jealousy or eagerness to make enemies its too late, his mental state deteriorate this life of hate has suffered at the hands of fate not how people should spend their final days
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