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Edge Of Self Destruction

Becoming weaker and weaker, I’m becoming defenseless

What’s the point to fight on, everything seems so senseless

Seems like I’m loosing everything, even my last breath

Try to talk, but I see pictures of my own death

Try to fake a smile but I’m beginning to break down

Force a chuckle and look away right when I feel the frown

Try to keep it real, but having trouble being truthful

As if I’m afraid of help, why is my life brutal?

Try to keep the alcohol shut but it seems so futile

Just want the memories to completely disappear

Don’t believe a god, who to ask why am I here?

Forgetting my own dream, like I don’t have anything to prove

Life sucks now, don’t even feel like my life will improve

Once what I called a small rut, now seems like a massive slump

Dug my own hole, bury me, just give me a second to jump


— Dark_Death, Jan 20, 2010

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16 years 4 months ago

hmmmm

Don’t believe a god, who to ask why am I here? (Don't believe in a god?) Other then that very good write, looking forward to see more of your work :)