A cry for help.
A scratch that you can never itch,
A hole you can never stitch,
A dark road is all you can see,
Alone by myself....
Just me.
Don't ask about the darkness that consumes my brain.
Don't whisper about me,
I can hear you,
I'm not insane....
Please leave me alone I have my own monsters to fight..
I deserve to be alone anyway
I know deep down I'm not right.
I'm a outcast in society,
So I hang my head to hide,
I don't want your help,
I have to much pride.
The truth is,
I am really scared..
If I end it I don't think anybody would really care...
Maybe it would be easier to end everything instead of trying to fight....
I need freedom, I have to do what's right...
Looking over the cliff the sun was going down,
It was peaceful sunset,
An orange fireball with a spikey crown.
A perfect place to say goodbye,
A beautiful place in which to die...
Tears stream down my face,
I'm not sure...
Am I ready to leave this dark place,
Maybe when I'm a spirit i will feel only happiness and light,
No darkness anymore,
no neverending fight...
It's time to go now
It feels like pure bliss....
Two steps forward,
I fall.
I meet with deaths kiss.
Goodbye.
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