Many do it cause they want to die,
They can’t cry.
Emptiness fills their soul,
Yet they are full of invisible holes.
Others do it cause they are tired of the pain,
They see life as a waste of time; nothing can be gained.
They see melancholy, even in the rain
Cause they can feel their internal chains.
Others do it for attention,
They don’t believe in the ascension.
They just want their names to be mentioned,
In need of constant affection.
Wherever the reason,
We all have thought about death,
It is a feeling that tears us into pieces,
All we want is to feel the purity of that last breath,
To make it all go away,
To stop the sway,
Anything, just to feel.
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