STONER DAYZ REFLECTIONS

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i see reflections, all around me i cut my wrist because im filled with depression,

hiding my weaknesses and emotions,

my life is obscured hidden like cans in a cupboard,

my arms are covered in red, but im still standing looking into the mirror,

with arms striped like a little caterpillar,

i wanna die but i cant leave my younger brother behind,

he looks up to me so i gotta try to stay on top of life,

and put down the knife and quit cutting and live,

but what i just said isnt that easy i have to let it all out,

its better than crying out loud, the things that bother me,

but its nasty how my wrist looks like cheddar after the cheese grater,

so maybe putting down the razor sharp skin cutter, is the best choice,

so maybe its time to step back from the mirror,

and take control of life before im gods worst fucking fear,

 

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all my life ive felt rejected,

respectful to others but disrespected in return,

to the majority of the people i was nonexistent,

the actions i conducted were persistent,

but every time i was never noticed,

like the red component on a flat-screen television,

i wanna be vivacious,

i wanna be known,

instead of that nameless kid whos always on hiatus,

i want my days to end with vivacity,

i dont wanna end it with the razor coated with poison toxicity,

but my very existence is unknown,

so i might as well end these reflections with a .357 and one in the chamber.

 

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