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(27) In My Head 12.16.23 @ 5:19pm

In my lair, my body is about to drop.
What will it take for me to stop?
Iíd rather fake a smile than frown.
Consider me the happy sad clown.

Isolation, fear and depression.
Whatís the reason for my obsession?
Iím here with all these questions.
No answers regarding resurrection.

I need help but I refuse to accept it.
I wish I could forget all of it.
Itís two in the morning;
Iím raging and mourning.

Iím unsure of what lies ahead.
Iím unpredictable in the head.
Iím killing myself with this substance.
Iím going the extra distance.

Why canít we love ourselves?
Why do I reach for the shelf?
Resentment is in the air tonight.
Awaiting my departure, taking flight.

Fear no man, feel no wrath.
Fear not the past.
Like everything else, nothing ever last.
Lifeís what you make of it, Iím having a blast.

Iím stuck in my head.
I think Iíd be better off dead.
I canít forgive myself for the things Iíve said.
The only way is to fill my head with lead.
Written by Darkness_Fiend (Highest Dope Fiend)
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