the fall before the give up

yung germ

it's hard to choose the easy way out

the gun in the mouth

your brains explode

it's hard to end it all alone

inside of your room

your final home

it's hard to make amends with them

silicon friends and empty souls

it's hard to break open your shell

for people that you don't even know

you wash away

your colors drain

and now your reality is grey

same old faces in the spaces

that you see

like

everyday

you tell them jokes to cover up

that you're a vessel for all the pain

you tell them jokes and they all laugh

to fill the void

you entertain

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or is it hopeless just to try? it's hopeless just to die and go away

from everything you made and amplified just to get thrown away

it doesn't last

goin' fast

is the bag full of glass

hold my hand and be my friend

i can make it all end fast

i got ptsd

i always keep my gun

my mom's like

son