ill always be alone
so fucking alone
lying in my bed
exhausted
as im trying to pick up my phone
but no one is home
so i sit here alone
on this pollow of foam
pillows scatter my bed
like the thoughts in my head
as i grasp to my pillow but pick up a razor instead
but nobody cares
ill be out of their hair
theyve got no room to spare
for my social impairs
uncontrollable fears
glistening in my tears
guzzle bottles of bleach
just like all that they preach
tie a rope to my neck
illl be back in a sec
slit my wristis, let them bleed
in my letter theyll read
"i was always alone
lying in my bed
exhausted
trying to pick up my phone
but no one is home
i was always alone."
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