Rot.

I live in the hell I’ve made
And I’m starting to think I’ll take this pain to the grave
And I can only toss and turn so fucking much
Until it’s the gun to my teeth and I feel free giving up
I’ve tried to help every one around me
Instead I crossed all the fucking boundaries
I’m better off as a nameless grave
Maybe under dirt, I won’t be so afraid
Or maybe I’ll be gasping for air
Maybe I’ll finally see if anyone fucking cares
I’m better off now than I ever was
Don’t help me now cause I’m already gone
Stuck in a rut
Immortal in my sorrow
But I’m shit out of luck
Dreading the seconds 'till tomorrow
My flesh is shedding
I’m finally ready
Cut it out, cut it out
I’m finally resting
Why humans feel so guilty?
Why does everyone’s actions hurts so bad?
Why capable of happiness?
Why would you
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