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I died not by suicide
Drama; Silence; Who wants violence Dark dreams, evil screams Hold on strong, the fight is nearly gone Fighting to breath, fighting to see Its hard to believe this is me
I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame, They will say I died of suicide,
But no one knows how much they've lied,
It wasn't a rope, a blade, or pills,
That broke my soul, and gave me chills.
I died inside so long before,
To live each day, an endless chore,
Pills could not kill what was already dead,
A twisted soul, an empty head….
