Fine's Secret
The simulation with in my head
Dreaming of ways to make me dead
Revisiting moments from the past
Fantasy outcomes that’ll make one gasp
Pressure building, taking hold
Impossible future of being old
Little thoughts, describing your failure
Screaming out, for you to “do them a favour”
Wanting to reach out
To scream, to shout
But using that line
“Yeah, I’m fine”
These are the thoughts, before the end
But listen to me, yes you, my friend
Before you sigh and let out a groan
Just know, you’re loved, you’re not alone
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