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B.P.D. i'm stuck in a suicidal dream bruised and torn in this broken machine i've been wishing to die but life won't let go i've been wishing to die but when i don't know and i have no clue how to do it quick the taste of the bleach leaves me feeling sick the gun i could use is nowhere to be found and the noose leaves a pile of shit on the ground i cry to myself my tears become a lake i scream to myself knowing i was a mistake there are razor scars on my arms and skin but they don't hurt as bad as the bruises within so i light a candle five circle i turn i laugh to myself as i feel the heat burn if i were to die this would be all i'd feel i'd hear satan laugh and the flames would reveal my blackened heart my cheap self esteem i cannot wake up from this suicidal dream
