i can't hold on to   f  l  e  e  t  i  n  g   thoughts
                                                              
what did they give me

                               what am i on?

            can't feel a thing but my scratched raw wrists
                                                          ­                   ...and bloodied palms

    my life is gone,

                                what am i on?
  **** me please
      
                                             i can't hold on

please i need an out

                                         i need out please
    
                    i need out
  

                                                               ­        i need

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Explain
                                            To
                                        
                                            Me
h
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        w

I can be


F       a      L    L  i     Ng             aP            A                  r              t          

AND BE SO numb

I am

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all
at
once

I always cry, cry every night
You think I'm good, I'm not alright
The good days are about to end
My lifeline is about to bend
I'd be the chill guy, I cannot
This love has made my brain go rot
The void is eating me alive
Nobody'll give me a high-five
Nobody'll say to me "Hello!"
I won't be here, I'll be below

the noise never fades;
my poise takes the bait;
in the halls of liberation,
i submit to my fate.

i took a solemn vow:
to be ‘holier-than-thou’.
neither wrong, nor right,
i knew, until now.

i failed to see a cause;
the effect? - a terrible loss;
blinded by obsessions,
i never took a pause.

it’s been a while since the fall,
when i sprung to a brawl
with my virtues, unmasked -
and caved in to nightfall.

it all seems a blur;
it’s ‘bout time i concurred:
my reason to exist
shall always be a curse.