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i'm sick of yelling
im sick of crying
im sick of telling
im sick of dying

i felt so great
i thought it was fate

sitting here playing games

never giving the blame

walking there with my friends

always writing with a pen

always listening

never shouting

i care about alot
never saying i rather not


i lost my feeling to keep living

i lost my friends, they forgot

i lost my feelings to keep giving

all i need is one shot

to the head

and land on a rose bed...

six feet under

just to wonder

i felt like a god...

but people kicked me like a dog...

it doesn't matter

i want my head to splatter

all over my bedroom wall

i just want it to fall

to never show how i die

but nobody would even cry

about me

you see...

i could keep going

not even knowing why i try...