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Persistence of Dark Vision
I will lose everything
No matter how hard I try to hold on
I won’t make it to the spring
If this continues I will be gone
I hate this feeling
The need to scream and cry
As if I’ve been crushed by the ceiling
I don’t know if I’m ready to say good-bye
I’m afraid of what will happen
Will it truly get any better?
Will Death come tapping,
On my door and take me forever?
What am I supposed to do?
I’ve talked to everyone I could.
This is something I wish I knew
I wish someone understood
It’s not just because I’m scared to lose what makes me happy
I’m suffering greatly too
But others think I’m lucky
I’m barely able to pull through
I hate this pointless, pathetic life
There is no point to working till the day I die
Head hurts from the emotional strife
I want my life to just speed by
Please, please, PLEASE someone help me
I can’t take this anymore
Can anyone hear my plea?
My soul is down to the floor
There is no one there
Shrouded in darkness I wait
Sitting and thinking with an empty stare
Wondering when I will reach my fate
There are so many right options
But none of them are working
I can’t find a working resolution
Death knows, and he is smirking
Death knows I am too weak
That I will give in soon
He gets closer and I let out a shriek
The police find my body under the red moon.
No matter how hard I try to hold on
I won’t make it to the spring
If this continues I will be gone
I hate this feeling
The need to scream and cry
As if I’ve been crushed by the ceiling
I don’t know if I’m ready to say good-bye
I’m afraid of what will happen
Will it truly get any better?
Will Death come tapping,
On my door and take me forever?
What am I supposed to do?
I’ve talked to everyone I could.
This is something I wish I knew
I wish someone understood
It’s not just because I’m scared to lose what makes me happy
I’m suffering greatly too
But others think I’m lucky
I’m barely able to pull through
I hate this pointless, pathetic life
There is no point to working till the day I die
Head hurts from the emotional strife
I want my life to just speed by
Please, please, PLEASE someone help me
I can’t take this anymore
Can anyone hear my plea?
My soul is down to the floor
There is no one there
Shrouded in darkness I wait
Sitting and thinking with an empty stare
Wondering when I will reach my fate
There are so many right options
But none of them are working
I can’t find a working resolution
Death knows, and he is smirking
Death knows I am too weak
That I will give in soon
He gets closer and I let out a shriek
The police find my body under the red moon.
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