Its yet to be determined
but i think i am sick
of this life
and yet no matter how many pills
or cuts i make with the reaper
I cant die
its like my soul was stolen
determined to never go
not to hell
nor heaven
just here
now forever in this farsaken place
where nobody is watching over me
just sitting there making sure
i dont die
so here i am
my words stolen
feelings and emotions taken away
everything that i had
stripped
all gone forever
because i didnt deserve it
or so you said
so what gives you the right
to take away from me
your stupid group
taking away happyness
making it your own
everything you had ever had
you just werent satisfied
like a child throwing a tantrum
you stole
stole from theose who barley had any
and replaced it with morose and made them bear none
filled them with you anguish and melancholy
are you satisfied yet
because it is my soul
that you have stolen like all the others
 
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