Almost the End.
Don't Speak to meLook away.
Your eyes, your eyes
Please!
Succumb to the inward demise
Thirteen years after I was born
thirteen years after being brought into this world
I wanted to leave, forever sink into the sea
All the Emo kids know what I mean.
The Medicine Cabinet, filled with little white exit signs
seemed to be my only friend at the time
I sat on the end of my bed
took in all that the demons had said.
It was almost the End.
With more than enough pills in my hand
"To Hell with this," is what my mind read.
I know, I know I had a choice, but,
it seemed like I'd just keep living without a voice
Can you hear?
Would you want to hear?
That I've been planning the end of my life to be near, and,
I was only thirteen, and,
cutting away to find out what all of this means
Why aren't you listening
I'm suicidal! Help!
Why Can't I come out and say,
I hate living life this way.
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