Depressing thoughts..

I'm alone...

Oh so alone...

Well I guess I'm not alone in being alone..

Yeah...

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Sitting in my room alone..

Pretty obvious topic here

Bah...

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In my room alone, thoughts racing in my own dome.

So many questions yet left unknown.

All that's left is a monotone, tone.

Feels like I'm the king of the alone throne, with my 2 dollar recording

microphone.

Listening to the sad thoughts, that I've settled on and called the rock.

In the past few years I've really grown, used to the thoughts of being alone

like a astronaut.

Yeah I thought I've been getting better, leaving the constant pressure

and constant terror, settling back into my comfortable sweater.

But no there you go again, telling me I'm getting excluded, I guess

this disease is too deeply rooted.

I really thought I had you booted from my conscious thoughts, but no

you've gone and created my own personal monologue.

No one will give it a conscious thought until I do something that will make

their world rock.

Something so huge, like a bomb that's impossible to diffuse, then no one

will refuse to not give a fuck and remain in the safety of their caboose.

No maybe I'll take the noose.. fuck that shit I'm not that far in.

I don't want to spiral down to where other men have been.

Besides I bet god would even consider that a sin.

Killing yourself?

Pshhhhh.....

Nah..

Gotta get outta this, never ending cuckoo clock.

I'm shocked at how much time I've spent making this woodstock

of dead thoughts.

Fellow students will read this and only just laugh and mock.

This ain't rap, I'ma go back to my incoherent trash, and leave at that.

Maybe one day I'll record this when I'm not feeling worthless and I've gained

back a feeling of purpose.

Fuck you anuses, when you look at me you see a face a painlessness.

You think I'm just a weird dude in a state of odd happiness.

In the darkness I have a growing madness..