Why do I speak,
to try to make everything alright?
Why am I wasting my breath,
when it only hurts when I breathe?
Why do I try to survive,
when in the end I WILL die?
Why do I try to dry the wetness from my eyes,
when my eyes drown in tears, and I live to BLEED.
Why do I try to stop the pain,
when you say its all MY fault?

Well good news for you, its…
the last breathe I will take…
…last breath…

 
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