Tired Lies

I don't want this leading down the same road.
Where I stick a gun in my mouth and you smile...again
Like the loneliness was just a phase.
The sad thing is,
there wasn't a day I wished I wasn't dead.

Now I have to distance myself.
So I don't subtract the dark feelings myself.
Maybe I should though.
You'd miss me
I know you would
But sometimes I just want to meet God.

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