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Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia I decided to end my owned dilemma I looked for a rope to hang my head But split in two, that old rope left me undead But that was not enough to stop my will In our kitchen, a shining blade But I pause for awhile for the reason That I might pass out undead So I then looked for a key To open the cabinet Unsealed the gun that was strictly kept To put into my head that one tiny bullet Just one shot and for sure I’ll be lucky dead I pulled the trigger it didn’t clicked Then I realized I've never done any I’m stocked in my lonely room Chatting with nymphs, those god’s so holy Then I began to chill while facing demon and ghost so scary My world was full with delusions I can fight no more this emotion Since they cannot cure my schizophrenia How I wished to end my owned dilemma But how can I? They don’t want me to I was incarcerated in this empty room No rope to hang this head No blade to slash my pulse No gun to point in my head... written: July 01, 2014 Mysterious Aries
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
My Schizophrenia
Since I cannot cure my schizophrenia I decided to end my owned dilemma I looked for a rope to hang my head But split in two, that old rope left me undead But that was not enough to stop my will In our kitchen, a shining blade But I pause for awhile for the reason That I might pass out undead So I then looked for a key To open the cabinet Unsealed the gun that was strictly kept To put into my head that one tiny bullet Just one shot and for sure I’ll be lucky dead I pulled the trigger it didn’t clicked Then I realized I've never done any I’m stocked in my lonely room Chatting with nymphs, those god’s so holy Then I began to chill while facing demon and ghost so scary My world was full with delusions I can fight no more this emotion Since they cannot cure my schizophrenia How I wished to end my owned dilemma But how can I? They don’t want me to I was incarcerated in this empty room No rope to hang this head No blade to slash my pulse No gun to point in my head... written: July 01, 2014 Mysterious Aries
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
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