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Show how to end this

Teach me how to kill

what I've become

Guide me today

just today

Escapist-

find the way out

and it's all ok

Holding fate in my hands

so ashamed that I could hesitate

in a primal effort to survive

telling myself in a stagnant whisper

Just pull the trigger

One bullet

will set you free

I'm sorry you have

to see me like this

I'm sorry you have

to clean up the mess

I left behind

But please remember-

my last thoughts

were of you

I'd sell you my body

I'd sell you my soul

If I only could.

I'm still thinking of you.