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Nov 2017
What's the point of trying
when I'm already gone and dying?
I've given up hope and sold my soul.
I gave you my heart
when you stole my last breath.
I'm afraid of living,
not of death.

Waking up terrified
because I'm still alive.
Pray for death at each meal.
Don't think my heart will ever heal.
Each step I take adds on to the pain.
Feeding the zombies my heart
not my brain.

Drag me down into a dirt bed.
Bury me underground.
When I'm gone
don't make a single sound.

Drag me down into my grave.
Baby please you must be brave.
Don't come to me.
Just scream.

I see the world in grey.
All life's color has drained.
I've made my decision.
No more choices to be made.
I've made my final sacrifice
and baby it was you.
The sad thing is
I don't think you ever had a clue.

There is no way to stop me
I'm too far down this road.
So close to execution
now it's destiny foretold.
I know you will run for me,
but there's nothing to catch.
They were always deep,
not a baby scratch.

Drag me down into a dirt bed.
Bury me underground.
When I'm gone
don't make a single sound.

Falling into a self-inflicted hell.
I do not need your help.
I'm a fallen angel from Heaven I fell.
Listen to the stories I tell.
Learn to live a better life;
a lesson to put down your knife.

When I am gone I need you to live.
Please don't follow in my footsteps.
Depression took me over
it's my time to go.
There was no way for me to cope.
Take me over and send me hope.
Breathe your life into my throat.

Drag me down into my grave.
Baby please you must be brave.
Don't come to me.
Just scream.
Chase Alexander
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Chase Alexander  22/Trans Male
(22/Trans Male)   
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