melting under the sun
i wish i could just kill myself and run
run off to a place better than this
what a unmistakable miss
cutting my fingers just to feel the real pain
getting what under the rain
writing blood on sheets of old paper
wrapping myself with electric tape
dead...
im so dead....
my heart...my lungs...and everything...
feels nothing....
dead...
your foot on my face
i know you were always that impossible to reach
i just lied to myself knowing
another hopeless fake reality worthless believing
im a unnoticed joke again
dead and humiliated
massively punctured upon my chest
i know this pain might not rest
dead...
and it was like yesterday you said you wont hurt me...
thanks....
i pity myself now....
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