My True Happiness
these thoughts that consume me arent the ones that used to be
i dont know who i am anymore im lost cant you see
i let myself slowly slip away from reality
the blood that would run through my veins has turned black
and im not sure if there is a way to turn back
i dont recognize my mind anymore
i dont even know how i got on the floor
i am helpless or is it that i just dont want to be helped?
i wanna let go of everything cuz nothing matters more
i wanna be free and happy
these thoughts of suicide are killing me inside
i dont know how to decide if to take this knife to my throat
or let my suffering choke me to death
what am i waiting for it wouldnt make a difference
the earth would keep rotating and the moon would go around
the only difference is there would be one less
in a world full of stress
i mean think bout it when was the last time you remembered 'bout the last
person that died
or that u actually thought bout it so much that you cried
probably a long time ago
what would make it different with me??
no one understands thats the one true thing that would make me happy
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