Again , written by my best "buddy"
Days like this make me want to breathe out the life I fought so hard to keep in my lungs.
Days like this make me want to dance on the train tracks and bleed out the blood I fought so hard to keep in my veins.
We can play and we can tease
But in the end I still breathe.
I can feel it creeping in again
Shallow. Short. Finding it hard to breathe.
I can sense the darkness that it brings.
My head, it cannot grieve.
It's like dying in a video game,
Red surrounds my vision.
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