Tears dripping
on the inside of my heart that feels way too much guilt Sometimes the pressure of always having to be perfect is jagged as a knife. Blood smears my vision as I try and I try to do it right but all the time I end up wrong I got the pistol in my twitching hand and I hold it up to my aching head Only way to be perfect sometimes Only way to make things right Never be a burden Next time I’ll do things right But this time for me it’s GAME OVER I think about dying way too often for the average person but I can’t help these yearnings from blossoming into a black rose I watch each petal transcend from this life to another The thorns are dripping pink-eyed confusion I hurts me too much to be a delusion I’m so useless take me to the farthest point from this world I’ll disappear in craters of the moon I’ll find reprieve all alone on the run from the bondage the repression I feel when I’m tied up and scolded Fuck they burn my eyes feel like barbells my head feels like a crater and my mind is just a waste of space
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