Screaming. Screaming.
With my mouth wide shut.
Crying. Crying.
With my eyes full of dryness.
I frown. And frown.
With my face lifting down.
They'll forget me,
They've forgotten,
Just how close I am.
Fading. Fading.
I do not wish this.
Lay motionless,
It'll pass.
Pretend to be fine,
For another big while.
Crash.
Fall.
Burn.
Ache.
No one's there.
Enriched with beautiful rage,
I hate you all,
But I need you most.
Poor confused little slut.
Get up. Get up.
Close your legs,
Make them proud.
Don't be weak,
Don't speak,
Don't cry,
Silently die.
No longer make sense,
No longer care,
I just want to fall.
Crash.
Never get up again.
Poor. Little. Slut.
Has it all,
With nothing to show,
No one to care.
I do not wish life,
I glory death.
Can I just die?
Please?
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