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Nothing could have prepared me for this day.
The day my soul dispersed.
The day when you went away.

Life is now gloomy and gray.
I knew from then on I was cursed.
Nothing could have prepared me for this day,

There was nothing no one could say.
Words just made everything worse.
The day when you went away

My feelings will now decay.
Turning me around in reverse.
Nothing could have prepared me for this day,

That moment just chooses to replay.
The day death got you first.
The day when you went away

Now forever my heart will stray.
Wishing the day you died, it burst.
Nothing could have prepared me for this day,
The day when you went away.
Your limbs are withered and gray,
Your leaves are crumpled and torn.
Your roots hold you in dismay,
Mother Earth lets you mourn.

This world is killing you,
These people don't care about your health.
Even the sky isn't as blue.
People nowadays only care about their self.

Yet, no one notices, no one minds,
Everything is dying,
Even your pines.
But not a soul knows, that you're crying.

Soon you will die and wither away,
But the world will just go on like everything's okay....
Broken and bruised, torn and hurt.
My body aches, lack of sleep and nutrition.
Self-mutilation, starvation, and abused.
Rough around the edges, but sweet to the core.
You’d never know though, through all the hurt, all that is seen is rebellion.
No one knows this world in which I live.
It’s a terrible one.
One where I wish fairytales existed.
Once where I wish I was never born into this despicable existence.
I’m a shadow in a land of darkness, a lost soul without a purpose.
Life* is a *beautiful lie.
It is deceitful,
A sneaky snake.
It can take you out, like you were brought in.
Death is a painful truth.
It makes you believe,
You're in a life worth living,
Til' you're gone from this life.
Life is a beautiful lie.
Death is a painful truth.
These lies stab you like a knife.
Stealing things, being unforgiving.
It makes you think that you're achieving.
Life is a beautiful lie.
Takes you away, from all that you've been.
Drown your soul in a lake.
Making errors, very repeatful.
Death is a painful truth.
But people are only pretending,
This life we get, is only a lending.

— The End —