Death
It seems like someone's always dying;
and the tears start rolling down our faces.
It's either suicide or homicide;
it is inevitably deceiving.
Some people would rather be dead than alive;
so they take their life and we all cry.
We have been exposed to funerals;
the closer we are the sadder it is.
At least they're not in pain, but what about mine?
They have no pain, how does mine go away?
It sounds kind of selfish all this young strife.
This feeling of anhedonia comes;
turning to drugs is the worst way to go.
Xanax might help, guess I'll meet you there soon.
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