Jotting down words doesn’t make me any stronger,
I wish I could change but somehow,
I don’t know how to.
Closing my eyes to live another life,
Reminds me of how things aren’t so dandy.
Leaving my brightest sun behind,
Forces me to think “Why am I so crazy?”.
Normal people won’t do what I did,
Yet once I was one of them.
Blood drizzle on my days like rain,
And ever since that day,
I knew things weren’t going to be the same.
The moment I pull the trigger; I was heartless.
The moment I met the finish line; I became breathless.
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