Tommorrow
I breate out my last breath.
Slowly sinking, to my death.
I close my eyes as I choke.
I can't stop inhaling the smoke.
My mind so numb, I can't feel.
This doesn't seem to happen, its unreal.
My way to doom, you seal.
You feed on my pain, my skin peel.
Follow the footprints of blood.
My heart is heavy, soft as mud.
Point your fingers, I don't care.
I fade away with each stare.
Soon, nothing of me you will see.
I will no longer choose to be.
Make your mark, set your seed.
Cut my wrists, watch me bleed.
This seems fake, its not real.
I grow weak, its hard to feel.
Everyday feels the same.
A mindless machine with no name.
Everything is just how is seems.
I fear that I'm losing my dreams.
The same thing will happen tommorrow.
Tip it up, drown my sorrow.
Everyone runs on selfish desire.
I watch as they build thier own fire.
They still hide behind thier own wall.
If only they knew, I will make it fall.
Make things better, if only I could.
Try harder, nail me to the wood.
Thier first impulse, which is suicide.
They think things are better if they died.
They will find out, then they will know.
Plants and people will still grow.
But people don't listen, no one cares.
And all I get are stupid blank stares.
Everything will be better, tommorrrow.
I breate out my last breath.
Slowly sinking, to my death.
I close my eyes as I choke.
I can't stop inhaling the smoke.
My mind so numb, I can't feel.
This doesn't seem to happen, its unreal.
My way to doom, you seal.
You feed on my pain, my skin peel.
Follow the footprints of blood.
My heart is heavy, soft as mud.
Point your fingers, I don't care.
I fade away with each stare.
Soon, nothing of me you will see.
I will no longer choose to be.
Make your mark, set your seed.
Cut my wrists, watch me bleed.
This seems fake, its not real.
I grow weak, its hard to feel.
Everyday feels the same.
A mindless machine with no name.
Everything is just how is seems.
I fear that I'm losing my dreams.
The same thing will happen tommorrow.
Tip it up, drown my sorrow.
Everyone runs on selfish desire.
I watch as they build thier own fire.
They still hide behind thier own wall.
If only they knew, I will make it fall.
Make things better, if only I could.
Try harder, nail me to the wood.
Thier first impulse, which is suicide.
They think things are better if they died.
They will find out, then they will know.
Plants and people will still grow.
But people don't listen, no one cares.
And all I get are stupid blank stares.
Everything will be better, tommorrrow.
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