Given up and now dead on the ground
-Did I even have a choice?
Done before your even 18
-Silently slaughtered with no voice
Failure!
-You've been wearing me down since day one, you thought you could conform me now I'm dying with
symptoms from your disease
Everyone gets a little sad sometimes.
-I've been wanting to end it all for years.
All you need is to take a couple of these pills.
-And what will I get?
Happiness!
-Wrong, my mind will still be dead, and then my thoughts will just be another division of your head.
Feeling lonely, you shut your friends out. Crawl in a corner just to get out of you life.
Everything seems so inconsequential when you shy away from those trying to reach you.
I can't remember, a non-medicinal happiness.
And I don't want to remember, a non-medicinal unhappiness.
The ball is rolling with problems growing everyday. Senseless hands that weigh down on your chest.
The weight grows stronger as you push everyone away, embrace any feelings you can get.
TAKE YOUR PILLS?
Was there ever a chance to find your mind through the cobwebs draped in an overcast life. Expected to put out rational emotions as your life's been robotisized. A quick fix solution to a society that's been made sick from the start. A mindless drone or depressed and alone, condemned to your coffin either way.
We won't cure this mental disease, until we fix society
We won't cure this mental disease, until we fix society
written by giff
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