A diary of self-loathing

I’ve never been the one to walk away,
and now I’m dying from time,
with a knife to your throat and a gun to my head,
all of your dreams will be destroyed,

there’s nothing here for you,
you’re so pitiful,
there’s nothing here for you,
just go and die,

cheating life because you are a failure,
wanting to be “someone” so desperately,
and only getting despair in return,
(our hearts are so full of despair)

there’s nothing here for you,
put the gun in your mouth,
there’s nothing here for you,
pull the trigger and save us all.
 
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