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This is it

November 25, 2020
By Mr-Roboto BRONZE, Smiths Station, Alabama
Mr-Roboto BRONZE, Smiths Station, Alabama
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My wrist is bleeding,

My life is fleeting,

Bout to shoot my brains out,

Looking like a sellout.

I’m really trying to fit,

Simply can’t handle it.

This life isn’t for me,

I know some people who agree.

I’m bleeding out, this is it

I am such a hypocrite

Looking like a counterfeit

Why can’t I simply take a hit,

Move on and straight deal with it.

Why am I shy,

Why am I bi,

Why do I cry,

Things you think before you die.

All at once I wake up,

I’m in a hospital bed

Here I thought I was dead.

I’m happier now,

Guess I’ll take a bow

I survived suicide

And never will I hide.


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Edgelord


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