Dead Inside

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Shattered, alone, fragile and broken,
I offer my life to you as a small token,
I know it doesn't mean a thing to you,
But my soul has shattered, completely and through;

I think of the way it might be better to die,
A gunshot death, or to jump and fly?
Or might it be better to cut open your veins?
Only when I die will I be free of these games;

I tried to run, forget, and live a life,
But those hopes were shattered, through my strife,
I tried to smile and laugh and joke,
But with every word my heart slowly broke;

So now as I stand here, longing for death,
I'm trying to enjoy every single breath,
But my soul has shattered, and my heart has broke,
So why am I still here, living in smoke?

I'm dead inside, no matter what,
I'd rather just become forgot,
So many times I stood and fought,
But I couldn't ever gain the wish I sought;

So leave me here, leave me to die,
I'm empty now, can't even cry,
There's nothing you can do for me,
So let me die and I'll be free...

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