All the people that aren’t really there

All the voices to damned to care

All the thoughts that plague my head

All the days I wished me dead

The way I used to be and cared

The way I am now, numb and scared

The way I had joys and goals

The way I spiraled out of control

Don’t want to recall the demons that hunt me

Don’t want misery to take what life has to give me

Don’t want to be left with hatefulness that’s cursed me

Don’t want the evil to burst inside me

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