As you scroll through your iPod and no song is ever sad enough. 'Cause nothing in this world could ever be used to express your pain and the sickness in your gut from not dying soon enough. The anxiety pumping straight through your fucking chest as you can hardly breath, you're drowning in your body and you're screaming from pain but no one at the surface can ever hear.
They will never fucking understand, as you could never understand how to spend a waking moment without wishing for a bullet to become one with your brain.
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