4am
4am knows all my secrets,
laying there wishing I could die,
questioning myself.., am I alive or just breathing?
I don't want anyone to know I'm broken, so choose
to leave all the pain unspoken, the funny thing is
you said you'd never leave, but I look back and nobody
is left standing by me. I run away each night as soon as I close
my eyes, just trying and trying to find a better life.
My question is.., do you care or are you curious.
Now you see, you played with my heart and twisted my soul,
but just so you know.., not very suicide note.. Looks like a suicide note.
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