Its like life runs in reverse
We are born to die
Things fall together to fall apart
The truth always is believed as a lie
As disease and illness rules our fate
Its like a hospital bed becomes our only place
If depression and pain hasn’t already claimed you
Its like my thoughts drive me insane
“Kill yourself Can you?”
Its like my brain crys out for help
But knows I can’t be saved
A true hell is already here
Look at the millions suffering
They are begging for death to be saved
Life is truly an illness
Everyone is just hiding their pain
God couldn’t hurry to kill me
He loves watching me suffer
And I didn’t have to be on flames
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It sums up existence fairly well.