6feet
The journey is tough
And I had enough
This life is rough
I’ve been going through too much stuff
I want to open up my fist
Take a blade and cut my wrist
Sit outside and bleed in the mist
Or just take a rope
Tie a noose around my neck with no hope
I can no longer cope
My faith in life is false
I can’t feel my pulse
I’m about to collapse
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