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Death Take Me
Death come take me.
Take me away.
I’m just so sick.
Sick of the madness and pain.
Don’t say it gets better.
I know that it won’t.
I long for that feeling
To not feel my throat.
My vision is blurring.
I can’t feel my skin.
I can’t drown my demons
They know how to swim.
They pull on my ankles,
They’re dragging me down.
The weight of my burdens
It equals a frown.
Don’t say it gets better.
I know. And I tried.
You always said it gets better..
I guess that you lied.
Take me away.
I’m just so sick.
Sick of the madness and pain.
Don’t say it gets better.
I know that it won’t.
I long for that feeling
To not feel my throat.
My vision is blurring.
I can’t feel my skin.
I can’t drown my demons
They know how to swim.
They pull on my ankles,
They’re dragging me down.
The weight of my burdens
It equals a frown.
Don’t say it gets better.
I know. And I tried.
You always said it gets better..
I guess that you lied.
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