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Feb 2020 · 27
Still here, yet still sad
Alex Feb 2020
Thinking with your heart might lead to suicide
I have nothing to offer but just pure lies
Forgive me for my many sins,
Forgive me for my current life.

My love for anything is now putrified
I am petrified,
So many disgusting things i am capable of
Makes me realise why i'm so unloved
Makes me glad to know death is an option.

It may be selfish, it may be disrespectful to say this
But i could careless of what anybody is saying
Of anything and everything i can make the worst of
I should do what i should, not think what i should've.

But if i ever reach forty,
And i end up being with someone worthy
How will i tell them that i want to be nothing?
I don't want to be useless, nor i want to be remenbered
All the talks my friends have makes me jealous
My morals are so weird, my two sides always fight
But i'm so reckless, i have no idea who's right.

We both are depressed people,
All we do is be dull
We don't go anywhere with this
Im tiring of playing teraphist
Can you just end it here?
I want to cut ties, but i don't want you to shed a tear.

Im constantly feeling lonely
Though i dont do anything to meet new people
Im antisocial and awkward, im scared that they'll leave me.

How i would give almost anything to drink my problems away
Even if i know it'll make everything worse anyway
How i would give anything to have a better life
To have love, peace and no distress on my mind.

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