I feel like
Killing myself,
Why's that so funny to me?
Why's that so horrible to them?
Isn't it just one of my decisions?
Their lives still the same,
My family?
Oh, it's fine, they're gonna be fine,
They told me how they wanted hell to
Disappear,
They want me to go,
But if I go dying,
It's not like they'd know,
So why's that so bad to die,
But not that bad to vanish
From their lives?
I feel like dancing,
My head is spinning with the song,
And it won't stop playing,
I feel like stopping it,
And I feel amazing for that,
So, Why so serious?
Why is that so funny?
That killing was always
The first bad better decision.
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- M.N
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