Alone
Who can understand the funny man
Who copes with pain
A pain which drowns me faster than a tsunami ever can
I'm dead...not out but in
Wanting something deep
Searching for one who can carry my sin
I stand alone once again
Only to break piece by piece
By the one's who I dare call "friend"
My only wish you may ask...its to die
A sad boy in a cold world
Surrounded by those who only spit facts which turn into lies
Surrounded by fakes who claim to be too shy
For they would not give a damn when I am gone
So listen to this as my final lullaby
This is no call for help...but a suicide note from the bone
If to live is to love
Than since I hate I am dead...and what's to be dead but to be alone
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