End It

End It
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When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
give your trust, you won’t be betrayed
this was the bull sh*t we learned as we were young
purely because it thought that
we couldn’t handle the truth and we would run

as we grow, we know
the truth shows itself slowly and painfully
adults think we are oblivious
just because they don’t want to confront us

13 and you think you know it all
but you just wait, see how you feel when reality gives you a call
you just can’t take it anymore
crawl up into a ball and cry on the floor

or be like everyone else
and hide the pain
run to the woods
and cry in the rain

life is tough
it’s time to give up, to yourself you think
you see that razor
glancing at you from behind the sink

you look at your situation and realize you’re pathetic
what’s so bad to make you want to end it?
but it’s a feeling, just eating away at you
so you grab the blade and do what you feel you need to do

at first you were not sure
did I do something wrong?
and the rush of endorphins, strong and pure
gave you that high you’ve wanted for so long

you needed it
you craved it
and you didn’t even know about it

how could something so wrong feel so right?
what if I end my life tonight?
who would know?
who would care?
all that’s left is the small memory of me floating away in the air…





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