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Suicide Note (Edited)
Tired of playing games with people
They always disappoint you
Sick of being in agony
Torture from the devil himself amongst my soul
To those who knew
Don’t be alarmed
To those who love me
I’m sorry
To those who don’t understand
Don’t worry
To those who don’t care
Who asked for your sympathy?
For those who think I am dumb
I will meet you in hell anyway
Lord forgive me for I have sinned
But I have climbed many mountains
Still I have failed
I have fought fights
Yet I have lost all
I cried a billion tears
Dry my heart is
Screamed a million words
Silent my voice is
Did a thousand things
Nothing is accomplished
Heard a hundred things
Nothing is comprehended
Seen ten things
I don’t remember one
Know only one God
And I still have yet to meet his son
So with this letter and this rose I leave
Choosing the gun and knife
I made a decision
Right
Brother go mom
You can only listen to her screams at the break of dawn
They always disappoint you
Sick of being in agony
Torture from the devil himself amongst my soul
To those who knew
Don’t be alarmed
To those who love me
I’m sorry
To those who don’t understand
Don’t worry
To those who don’t care
Who asked for your sympathy?
For those who think I am dumb
I will meet you in hell anyway
Lord forgive me for I have sinned
But I have climbed many mountains
Still I have failed
I have fought fights
Yet I have lost all
I cried a billion tears
Dry my heart is
Screamed a million words
Silent my voice is
Did a thousand things
Nothing is accomplished
Heard a hundred things
Nothing is comprehended
Seen ten things
I don’t remember one
Know only one God
And I still have yet to meet his son
So with this letter and this rose I leave
Choosing the gun and knife
I made a decision
Right
Brother go mom
You can only listen to her screams at the break of dawn
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