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Sigh and Goobye
Welcoming solitude again
Nostalgia fills my bones
And sadness runs through my veins
I missed the feeling
But I just want it to go away
Loving but hating the pain
Estranged relationship
Of a misunderstood connection
Don't know why I miss it
Maybe, because it was all I had
For a long time in my life
And then I go numb
To feeling, pain, happiness
There's nothing left
Sweet water of life
Oh, it's turning sour,
And it burns my throat
Blood is running down my hands
Because I welcome some more friends
With a tight embrace of a blade
I'm in awe at my friends
Because they're really my enemies
This is the suicide of my soul
There's the urge to greet
My adversaries I fought
For months and months on end
I look down at red misery
Staining the white sheets
With scars on my legs and wrists
I sob for I lost my friends
They turned against me,
They weren't there for me
I thought I wasn't alone
But they, with their stinging hatred,
Brought me in a void of lonely
But I've come so far
Since the day clouds went grey
Oort cloud, dust settles on me
I brushed it off with a sigh
And took another step
Down the path away from hell
Friends don't backstab you
They don't manipulate you
And they don't hurt you
Those friends hurt me
So with the ghost of a smile
Lightly touching the frame
Of my perfect lips
I'm leaving,
Goodbye anxiety
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