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Part I: The Guilt



And I let myself do it again

I promised that I wouldn't

And as I pour my soul onto this page

I know that I couldn't

ever be free,

Chained to this wrecking ball of emotion

I'm being thrown around, tossed around, taken for a ride

Against my will,

its harder still

To get what I want

With a smile on the outside

Empty with so much to hide

I battle demons while the tears stream down my face

I'm going to lose, I think

As I take a step toward the uncertain

The only thing for certain is

I know that I'm alone



Part II: The Freedom



What if I did it?

Just take a minute

Here, the cold steel pressed against my hand

I can feel the freedom

surging, pulsing, excitement

Ready to bleed

For this, for what I feel, for you

Is this really what I want?

Is this fair?

All I can think about is you

as I put the metal to my temple

cold, shocking, numbing

I wasn't always like this



Part III: The Grief



Lost in the shadow, a spinning void

Darkness all around me

Empty

But here I'm at peace with the fact

That I won't be missed

It really is easier to feel pity

for myself

Than to take initiative

Searching for the profound

The words from inside

Not good enough to hide

the true me from myself

I'm tired of being alone