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i'm hopeless and broken, forever atoning, finish the stitch and i am

sowing forever growing and always knowing and blowing everything off

under a cough, put me in a coffin and every so often loot my corpse but you'll make little profit

yet hoping to be overdosing ibuprofen and smoking, and like Weinstein be groping

out in the open

this blade be the way i am coping

swallow a pill, but i can't cause I'm choking

back tears; through out the years

it appears I've changed gears

you see

unlike my peers, i am representing a mental sending of pretending

the ending is no longer spending

time on me

this is got to be

Nothing else; besides killing myself

ending my life through pill and knife; facing my loved ones in the afterlife

no longer my girl, she broke my world

she joked her curls; i choked my neck

because i forget to check the dead beside my bed

I sense the smell of cigarette; yet i pose more of a threat

my options are set; but i set a goal to end this endless debt

mental pencil on the pad

sick of asking for dad

cracking under the memory of what i had

stacking the grabbing of being dragged

to hell and back; attack, stab, kick, and laugh

i just want to write a track

never thought of a good comeback

i guess it won't just like my dad

on top of that, i forgot to add

i scavenge for happiness like a rat

my problems forevermore begin to stack

everything is whack; like Lovato off of crack

admittedly, unrealistically i would just pack my bags

say bye to the fags and watch my final survival rate,

once great,

begin to sag