Empty inside, devoid of emotion
Heart of stone, ignore the commotion
Sick of life, not ready for death
Just on the edge to breathe my last breath
Pain overwhelming, ntil i go numb
Stitch up my fingers, and chop of my thumb
Run through the silnce, scream in the streets
Sow my mouth shut, my soul that he eats
Shoot my heart, preserve my brain
Let it all fall, like acid rain
I'm tired of this depression
And this suppressed agression
Raise the knife, pull back my head
Plunge it in, make sure i'm dead
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