the masses of sadness and confusion
it feels nice
and clean
and right
those
first
few moments
pull the trigger and you're gone
empty the bottle and you're happy
hang the noose and you're waiting
gone from humanity
happy to leave
waiting to fly away
but once reality hits you...
you'll realize
people care
it doesn' matter if you don't.
losses build up.
don't be another blinded face
in the mass of sadness and confusion.
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