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sick of life.

sick of this knife

standing by my throat.

help me out.

something's pulling me down.

this knife's cutting closer.

this room's getting darker.

life is looking on

to see if i'm willing

to leave it all behind.

this sight has crossed

my mind many of

times.

never thought this

would actually be

happening.

maybe it is true

that i'll never fit in

if

i stop now.

or

maybe i can forget

this and live again.



now it's too late.

i lay in my blood

thinking.

it's dark.

everything's a blur.

now i'm in a place

i don't prefer.

now i see why everyone

says 'life is good.'

it's too late for me now.

i guess this is goodbye.