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I don't even know how to explain how I feel

it's like all of the negative feelings in the world combined

Nothing evers to be the right choice anymore

Nobody seems to be the right choice anymore

You put intense efforts into someone 

pulling strings of your heart isn't just enough for them

but instead you need to rip them out for them,

but when they see the remains they're disgusted

Who wants a violin with no strings?

No one, because then you can't play with it

When there is nothing left for you to pluck from me, you leave.

then I'm left there alone.

Realizing how much of a fool I was 

to be convinced that I was your world

instead you being your own

and me being the moon revolving around it

Just hurt is all I feel

as if my body was made of clay

and you have sucked any moisture out of it

so it's too dry for anyone to touch

and starts to crumble

Piece by piece falling off 

disappearing before they even hit the ground

Can you hear me now?

Can you finally hear my unhappinesss?

Over your constant discomfort?

Or are your ears so twisted 

they have turned completely inside out

so you are now stuck with only your thoughts and words

and realize the pain everyone else had of trying to get your attention

You've made me come to a point of complete death

I don't need a pill, or a knife,

but loving someone that has taken the music from my heart

and the moisture from my soul

and continuing to fall for them

No sir

I don't need a gun

because continuing to love you

is already killing me.