2015 Suicide
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So this is how it ended...
Bullets are memories, so you ate one.
How does it feel?
You laid yourself down beneath the soil.
Won’t you wake up?
I cut the cord and now I’m floating here
above the bloody mess that
used to be the thing they called me
not quite a person just me
Upon the rising sun, prone to an inescapable curse
Standing amongst many, who bore this malicious fate
Upon thy first breath, came the wicked intentions of many
Ill and suffering, from what is known as destiny
At fifteen years old I thought I had a plan; I was born to make a mark, yeah, I was born to take a stand.I never saw it coming, oh I was lost within my mind; I thought I’d simply disappear and leave it all behind.Mistaken; Misread; and never under
i grew up in a place where it was do or die,
nothings changed and these bullets always flying
i cant help it, because theres no denying,
i will never forget these streets,
and thats what stresses me,
Want to know how pain feels
Pain is not wanting to get up
Pain is not wanting to work
Pain is not wanting to go to school
Pain is wanting to buy a gun
Point it at your mouth
and pulling the trigger.
Don't run away!
I know you've been through much
But that isn't the answer.
No way such.
Stop hurting inside
You know there's no escape.
The only reason you're doing this
