The silence in the room was deafening
All of my friends are dead to me
I have made my mistakes
But I have found out which of my friends were fakes
I sit in this room with a million thoughts in my mind
How could I have been so blind?
I look outside to try and clear my thoughts
In my stomach lies a million knots
All I have is my little brother
Along with my dad and my own mother
I am starting to feel deathly ill
I just want to lay here, and I want to be still
I am now deaths assistant
I no longer live in your existence
In death I have been enrolled
The barrel to my head was so very cold
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