There's always that feel without a proper name
It's when everything bad bombards my mind,
Lead by the most terrible thought,
An army of hurt, advertising suicide
Promoting starvation, my disappointments rush in
On the innocence of my love, twisting
And the sick hate spews out of me
While nothingness consumes me
I lose the will to blink again,
I cannot move, will not
And i forget that i must breathe (for you)
On the edge, for that minute and a half
I give up...and quietly die
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