The battle

Life is a battle 
All we are is mindless cattle
Subjected to the hate and darkness
The world is bleak and loveless
 
The chill of the razor your only friend
The trickle of blood the only thing you comprehend
Wanting to leave this life
Put and end to all the strife
 
You tie the noose 
But you keep it loose
Unsure of how it'll feel
Not ready to seal the deal
 
Pop all the pills 
Make yourself throw up before it kills
Why can't you commit? 
The bullet has already been bit

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