My Life
Living each day with the stresses of my life
My soul feels like its been stabbed with a knife
Anger and pain is what's building up inside
Feelings of bane and being cast aside
No place I call home, no memories I cherish
Like the fall of Rome I wish to parish
I'm the sickness of the world call me a germ
Small and insignificant just like a worm
Not sure how long I can take this ridicule
Everything reminds me I am minuscule
The worlds got me thinking I am just a tool
I wanna end it now, lord give me some fuel
Darkness and depression consume my brain
Lord hear my confession, without you I can't sustain
No longer alive, I wish to remain
I'm giving you my life, that's something you've ordained.
Here I am bloody palms and bloody knees
This moment, this day, this life, I must seize
Can't keep living with this pain my disease
Regardless of how I feel it you I must please
My life my heart my soul has been devoted
Go ahead n take these lines I'm fine with being quoted
I took the bullets out, no longer is it loaded
I'm needing some repair my soul
Has been eroded
I've drank enough chocolate milk
The message has been decoded
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