A sad story
Is drawn upon my wrist
Because
I don't want to exist
My thoughts are toxic
I've given up talking
Because no one listens
and no one is watching
as my mind destroys
what's in my heart
And all this poise
was a lie from the start
I want to die
And yet I'm stuck in my mind
Please let me resign
from this excuse for a life.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
A sad story
Is drawn upon my wrist
Because
I don't want to exist
My thoughts are toxic
I've given up talking
Because no one listens
and no one is watching
as my mind destroys
what's in my heart
And all this poise
was a lie from the start
I want to die
And yet I'm stuck in my mind
Please let me resign
from this excuse for a life.
If I could wish for anything right now it would be to die.
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