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Taking Your Own Burden, Turning it Around

Spilling your feelings, so your Bleeding on the ground.

Hit yourself so softly, but it rips open your Verse,

Blink for a moment to Wake Up in your Hearse.

Wondering about these things, these thoughts you Converse,

Taking another Bullet from the Rifle you Perverse.

Pushing yourself Away from Conquering Yourself,

Wondering why you allow to In danger your Health.

Sweating and Sneezing, Spreading your Dieseases,

Releasing your Feeling Damnation for all the right Reasons.

Becoming so Dormant you Drown Yourself,

and all you can do is Deny Yourself.

Pills after Pills, Mutilation Scarred Skin,

And all of this Means, your Sick of Fucking Living.

Guessing your Mental Theres Nothing Really Wrong,

But your Aching Inside, Spilling it into this Song.

Losing Yourself to the Inner Hate,

Not knowing your Scars Mark you Internally But that's Fate.

No Matter How Loud or How Hard you Scream,

Theres Nothing Left but Your Fucking Disease.

You Lost Yourself before you even find Yourself.

You Drown before you Swim, You Choke before you Breathe.

Your a Sinner before you Sin, and Diagnosed before your diseased.

Every Breath Heavy and Theres weight on your Heart,

Every Attempt Unworthy, Ended before you Start.

Feeling Sick of Breathing, Tired of Bleeding,

and all you can do is Just keep Dreaming.

Closing your Doors, all your doors.

Closing your Thoughts, All your Thoughts.

Just to Sit Back and Relax, Simply Accept the Fact,

Suicide is in Reach, your so close to Death.

Lonelyness Retreats, So Heavy Each Breath.

Burning Your Burden, Beneath Your Own Feet.

Keeping you Warm, Keeping you Weak.

Changing the Surroundings, Ever so Bleak.

Continuously Depressing you more,

all you can do is wish there was more.

More Meaning for Life, More Motivation for this,

Giving you a Reason to get Over this shit.

Start Anew,

Begin Again,

Instead of Wishing, It Was the Fucking End!