I fill the wrong people into my lungs,
as if I love the pain.
Do I?
I push people that are good for me away.
Why do they want to fix me?
Bury me.
Bury me, deep, deep under.
What's the point of being alive if this life is a lie?
Tell me?
Why won't anyone tell me?
Slowly they are going to close my lungs up until I have no air.
And I will slowly fade away from earth,
leaving those who truly loved me in nothing but sadness.
Don't be sad.
For I am happy this has happened.
Why would I want to suffer on this thing called "Earth?"
They will say "too young and beautiful to die." but I say,
"too sad and broken to live."
What are you waiting for?
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
I fill the wrong people into my lungs,
as if I love the pain.
Do I?
I push people that are good for me away.
Why do they want to fix me?
Bury me.
Bury me, deep, deep under.
What's the point of being alive if this life is a lie?
Tell me?
Why won't anyone tell me?
Slowly they are going to close my lungs up until I have no air.
And I will slowly fade away from earth,
leaving those who truly loved me in nothing but sadness.
Don't be sad.
For I am happy this has happened.
Why would I want to suffer on this thing called "Earth?"
They will say "too young and beautiful to die." but I say,
"too sad and broken to live."
What are you waiting for?
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