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Jace Kassem Aug 2016
He comes back home and the wars begin
His parents see his existence, a sin
He's on his phone, talking with a friend
Everything's okay, he would pretend
The friend is rude, the boy is meek
He cannot talk, to not be called weak
His feelings to his crush are very immense
He's not loved back, he's anxious and tense
He was by no means the best
But he deserved to live at least like the rest
Yet he swallowed the pills and he sunk deep
As he slowly drifted into wakeless sleep
Jace Kassem Aug 2016
They'll buzz like bees 'round your heart
Telling the reapers when they'll start
Lie to you and themselves as well
And then you're left alone
Clean your head, once or twice
Shave a head that's full of lice
Trust a corpse with your soul
And then you're left alone
Smile to all and say it's fun
Play with people, smirk and run
Tell yourself that you have friends
And then you're all alone
All is gone, peers and wealth
And soon enough so will your health
Don't live in the lie that someone cares
Because you're all alone
Whatever they say, people hide
We accept the lie that they're on our side
But you shall learn when time will come
That you've always been alone
Jace Kassem Jul 2016
I look the same, every time I check
In the mirror I see nothing but a wreck
You say I'm nice, but what the heck;
How nice would I be with a slit across my neck?
Jace Kassem Jul 2016
Leave me be where I may stand
Of me, nothing you shall demand
My life you need to control, I understand
For in your own you have no hand.
Jace Kassem Jul 2016
Out of her own womb, him she bore
Growing up, finding himself, himself he tore
He told her his secret, and she made him sore
And still she's saddened when he can take no more
Jace Kassem Jul 2016
In my life, there was almost nothing I lack
Melancholy spread, though, like in glass, a crack
I realized just as to joy I turned my back,
That for a reason I was made to look good in black
Jace Kassem Jul 2016
When we close our eyes for the last time, where do we go?
Is it based on who we worship, or what we do and what we know?
Will the best people go to Hell for loving so-and-so?
Are we just pieces in the game that God foresaw?
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