I KILLED MYSELF IN MY DREAM
Huh, where am I? How am I still alive? I felt like I killed myself, Finished off life, outdid death, Fragile on the outside, pathetic on the inside, Outside with a knife, but inside lost and blind, I want to die because of all the lies hidden behind a smile, I'll do everything so that my body's empty of blood and remains dry, PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP YOUR MOUTH, Kicking your body ON THE FLOOR LIKE A BALL, My blade is poisonous, NOW YOU'RE DOWN, Swinging, I make a cut across, LEAVING YOUR BODY TO FILL A PUDDLE, FUCK, THIS IS ALREADY PERSONAL, OPENING YOUR BELLY, PULLING OUT A KIDNEY I'M A CANNIBAL, SADISM MERGED WITH RESENTMENT THAT I CAN'T LET GO, ALL MY ACTIONS ARE NOT MY FAULT, ALL MY ACTIONS, THEY AIN'T MY FAULT I would kill myself not to return to the real world, 'Cause I cannot stand the pain, it hurts, Every day I go through it only gets worse, Maybe my life's not that worth, Once I get hit over time I get more, I bleed beaten on the floor, Love and hugs are simple bait, THEN THERE WILL BE TORTURE, AND YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF IN A LOCKED CAGE HOW AM I STILL ALIVE? I FELT LIKE I KILLED MYSELF, You're just hypocritical but not kind, It cuts my ears when you cut my skin and at the same time laugh, I wanna stop drowning in nothingness I don't wanna die at all, All your words don't mean a fucking thing, I'm not gonna cry, it's flawed, I WILL KNOCK YOU OFF YOUR FEET AND THEN WILL LOOK DOWN AT YOU, I WILL KILL YOU WITHOUT BATTING AN EYE IF I HAVE TO Everyone lost my trust when some of my so-called friends just betrayed me, All my past has turned to dust, I've been thinking 'bout isolating myself lately, If I step on the same rake again, for my heart it will be deadly, I am not aggressive yet, I enjoy the anticipation, AT THE MOMENT I AM PASSIVE, AT THE MOMENT I AM PASSIVE HUHHHH... UMM... I KILLED MYSELF IN MY DREAM...
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