Late at night I'm a boy inside a room
Looking at the four walls extending imagination and fantasy
Avoiding outside the rooms reality
Pulling the gun trigger the whole world pointed at me
Loaded with words from the malevolence of talk and hate
Saying... Misery, Shame, and all the hell thrown at my empty bin
Then as the bullet catches my brain
I become dead
My soul died and became less human
I cried over and over for my funeral
I caused myself to stop the voices whispering my end
Because I die with words
No one notice
My death every night is constantly happening
I resurrect after my sleep
Then I'm back to pretending, smiling, and live?
Or do I just exist to entertain them
By repeating each day and be that same boy
Night after night
Hurt after hurt
Late at night I felt all the same
I felt
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