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I pray Angel's lift this weight from my shoulders,
Sorrows heavy, crushing my chest like a boulder.
These nights alone seem to be getting colder,
While my floors smoke and smoulder,
This organic mess grows older.

Now everyday life has lost its flavor,
Deemed useless by my physical creator,
Bottom of the abyss where is my savior,
Suicidal behaviour, begging for a favor,
But just a monster to the neighbors.

I dont smile, chin held high in denile,
While my problems stack up in a pile.
All my failed trials iv been walking for miles.
Cloths ragged and outta style, I'm transparent but on file,
Just hoping this struggle is worthwhile.

Nearly a decade has gone by.
All my memories mislead then die, so I covered in lye.
Still counting the digits in the equation of pie.
To stand on my own I can hardly even try. Why.
Why must these intrusive thoughts pry, i just wanna say bye.

So now im here to say it,
Goodb.