I'm eluding my colors,
and fading to black.
I've come to the crossroads,
there’s no turning back.
I'm lost in this hell- this concept of me,
this painful desire to set myself free...
What are the choices that I should have made?
Why didn’t I listen to the life that I craved?
When will I realize this was not meant to be,
this withering lifeless body of me..
How did I get here?
And why did I go?
When did my labored breaths become achingly slow?
Why didn’t I listen or pretend that I see?
How can I be living...
this dying of me
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Λϯσɳeɱeɳϯs σf a βleeɗiɳg Ϣrisϯ
Maybe I want the attention. Maybe I just love to spite. Or maybe I really just want to die…
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