Start to finish like
A video game stuck
On pause for the
rest Of eternity
Broken
My life is but a page
In the everlasting book
Of which we call existence
Gone
If we could go back to
The good times I’ll never
Turn my back away
Like you did
Obsessed
With every meal I endure
It feels like razor blades
Tearing through my flesh to
Be set free
Disorder
I’m tired of feeling
This way
Empty
So one final note
The bullet that passes through
My brain has your
Name written on it
Plot
So everybody will know
You were the last
Thing to go through my
Mind
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Start to finish like
A video game stuck
On pause for the
rest Of eternity
Broken
My life is but a page
In the everlasting book
Of which we call existence
Gone
If we could go back to
The good times I’ll never
Turn my back away
Like you did
Obsessed
With every meal I endure
It feels like razor blades
Tearing through my flesh to
Be set free
Disorder
I’m tired of feeling
This way
Empty
So one final note
The bullet that passes through
My brain has your
Name written on it
Plot
So everybody will know
You were the last
Thing to go through my
Mind
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