SVICIDAL III

CVLD BLVVDED

Tired of life, Lived through all the darkness and lies, I only have the strength to grab the knife, All the demons in my head are asleep, but I can't close my eyes, Memories of a painful past never leave my mind, 'FORE YOU ASK ME IF I'M FINE, LOOK INTO MY FUCKING FACE, I'll never be sentimental, don't even wait, I'm so exhausted and disgusted as I said, I mutilate myself, I have reached a completely insensible state, I THINK IT'S TIME TO GRAB THE BLADE, And cut deep into the skin, This fight between emptiness and me I cannot win, I WAN' FEEL AT LEAST SOMETHING, I'M INSENSITIVE TO PAIN EVEN WITHOUT MORPHINE I already dealt with this case and then I somehow got out, But I can feel something heavier here pulling me down, Feelings of affection and love are long gone, Since my heart was torn off. I started a game called "life" and I'm waiting for the end, I was in hell and saw paradise with islands, Someone was there and shed blood and tore off the angel's wings, That angel was bleeding and drownin' in it, Someone almost destroyed heaven, Maybe it was a henchman from hell I look in the mirror and watch how life fucked me, shit, There is an error in my brain, I see a void 'n' how I got stuck in it, It seems like I've a virus in my brain, DEVOURING ALL THE POSITIVE, Someone or something wants me to feel pain, It feels like my shoulders are bein' pulled down by chains, Know that every event affects the future and leaves a stain, Back to painful memories again, I REMEMBER ALL THE DARK DAYS, DURING WHICH I WAS BEATEN AND LEFT WITH A BLANK FACE HA-HA... I'm really worn out... My heart is ripped out of my chest, And I feel it perfectly

2020-11-13 15:37:58

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