A/N: I'm alright, I just wrote this earlier and thought I'd put it here.
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The clock isn't moving
My aim is locked
I've got tremors that won't stop
Every glance I'm taking at my pencil, my stomach drops
And I'm constantly reminded of what I'm not
The list of my fuck-ups doesn't stop
My face is getting hot for I know
I'm simply feeling alone
In death, nobody is on their own
I'm really only trying to reap what I've down
And all I've planted are poisons injected to the bone
In the telephone, say goodbye
I'm laughing but every sound's a lit
I've been quite wanting lately to die
Just for once, tell me that I
Have something more to be remembered by
Tell me why do I feel this way
While I lay in my bed
Get these thoughts out of my head
How I'd be much better off dead
My limbs have turned to lead, and there's nothing left
What on Earth could possibly be next
After being kept in a box
Locked up, no one knocks
Or tries to get in
So you're sitting in the dim light
Of the night
Feeling like there's no more purpose
[And the worst is]
When the world is pressing you down
Everyone asks me what I'll choose for a gown
Their questions are so loud!
Resounding
Out and off the ground
And I'm never allowed to get away
Never to stray from society's views
Well this is breaking news, bitch:
I'm coming out to this population
Call the presses, radio stations
Everything's been killing me lately
So let me tell you I'm out of patience
'Cause
These people have a lack of love
Makes others forget the power they're made of
Makes them feel like nothing--
Like me.
*mic drop*
