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When I leave the world will still spin round I’ll be buried six feet beneath the ground Look inside my head and you might get sick Life is a disease, it’s just one big tick Slowly draining my existence Keep your distance I’m tired of being let down I’m sick of letting you down Every single day i drown Misery’s popular in my town Suicidal thoughts since i was ten Cried for help, was told to be a man Developed a strong hatred for men Have the worst of luck with women Tried to end it multiple times Went savage and committed multiple crimes Looked for any excuse to start a fight Drinking every night because it felt right Avoided mirrors and degraded myself Took pills, washed it down with what was left Of the bottle known as my only friend I ponder when my life will end Took matters into my own hands It feels like no one understands I don’t think i’ll ever be okay I’m sick of hearing what they say Tell me it’s fine, that i’ll get through this When deep inside of me there’s an abyss One i can’t seem to get rid of No matter how hard i push and shove This feeling of being empty I think about this plenty I’m sick and tired of feeling this way I’m sick and tired of today I’m sick and Tired
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Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
Sick and Tired
When I leave the world will still spin round I’ll be buried six feet beneath the ground Look inside my head and you might get sick Life is a disease, it’s just one big tick Slowly draining my existence Keep your distance I’m tired of being let down I’m sick of letting you down Every single day i drown Misery’s popular in my town Suicidal thoughts since i was ten Cried for help, was told to be a man Developed a strong hatred for men Have the worst of luck with women Tried to end it multiple times Went savage and committed multiple crimes Looked for any excuse to start a fight Drinking every night because it felt right Avoided mirrors and degraded myself Took pills, washed it down with what was left Of the bottle known as my only friend I ponder when my life will end Took matters into my own hands It feels like no one understands I don’t think i’ll ever be okay I’m sick of hearing what they say Tell me it’s fine, that i’ll get through this When deep inside of me there’s an abyss One i can’t seem to get rid of No matter how hard i push and shove This feeling of being empty I think about this plenty I’m sick and tired of feeling this way I’m sick and tired of today I’m sick and Tired
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Kidmallory
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
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