Suicide Dreams
And lies that cry for help
Writting by Elliot Bush
Vulger Expressions
Death apon the suicides breath
Parents are the equivelent
Test of future misery
One way to make things right
How about this Nah not to night
Busted razor blades
Man slits his wrist and expects not die
Listen world hear him cry
Tonight he shouts
I don't want to die
Forget missed days
And arguments you can't win
War is the equivelent of sin
Confused of another conflict
It makes this man so sic
Off spitting blood resembling
Every suicide person that died
Not tonight help save his god
It's not his fault one boy suffers
The whole humanity goes down
Dead into the pathectic ground
But meditating is what i found
I'm calming myself down
Hey kid just let me be
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