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When I'm GoneI don’t want you to remember me.
I don’t want you to think of me.
I don’t want you to hurt over me.
I don’t want you to dream of me.
I don’t want you to cry for me.
I don’t want you to miss me.
I don’t want you to love me.
I don’t want you
Breaking downMy brain had a melt down you see
All the emotions and pieces of me
Spilled out onto the floor in vibrant red
Such sadness and despair poured from my head
No matter what I did no one could see
What was staring in front of me
The loss of something I couldn't express
I had to find a way to clean the mess
Betrayal followed shortly you see
Friendships I thought meant everything to me
I was invisible again
Trying to avoid them
Everyone deserves to be happy see
Though, not black rainclouds like me
So it's better if I hide away
Showing no emotion today
If I hide behind this mask
No one will ever ask
And I can be alone you see
To tear apart the pieces of me
Breaking down in front of you
Was something I didn't want to do
I'm supposed to be in charge here
No one else should ever get near
To the depth of my weakening core
To the places the scars are sore
Freezing it all back into place
I'll find my way and erase
All the traces that led to me
So that no one will ever see
The pain I've kept inside o
Doubt I'll see thirty
Hopefully my blade'll be dirty
And I'll die.
I don't want to die;
Just want it to stop,
Everything in my head
Telling me I'm better off dead.
I cut myself,
I said it.
Just read it.
I'm just some kid
Behind a screen,
So why should you care?
I'm not just 'some kid';
I'm the ones people laugh at,
I'm not a minority;
I'm a majority.
All those kids alone,
That death will come.
We're not hopeless.
We hope for
It's Your Sick WorldYou're bold, you're stupid, the blame game is your friend.
Pointing fingers, shouting names,
none of them your own.
Swollen bellies, teenage bodies, where's the father,
why the bother?
Drugs replacing, mind is racing, colours facing, love escaping.
Designer brands determine friendships,
the popular ruining it all.
See the girl in the chair, dead in the centre,
judged, broken, offended, broken.
What do you do?
Judge, break, offend, BREAK!
Tear down the creative,
shatter the artistic.
This is your life,
walking a fake line.
Cherish it, or don't.
It's your sick world.
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