Too much pain
With no aid
I turned insane
Though I already paid.
How many times more
Before a shattered heart
Falls down and pours
The last breath. this is hard.
Collect the last of me.
For my feeling aren't mild
Heart bleed. Can't see.
Mind explodes. Life had Died.
Help me I'm in HELL
I will never be Well
And I'm out of Cell
I might as well Sell.
Myself.
Too much blood
With no veins
I turned numbed
Though I'm in Vain
How many light years.
Before a bleeding lung.
Falls down and forgotten forever.
Its too much. I'm young.
Collect my Ashes. That are falling.
For my feeling are dying.
Its all My fault.
Hand cut off. Leg burning.
Stomach Bursting. I'm dying.
Help me I'm in The VOID
It's impossible to Heal.
As I have no time to be annoyed.
I might as well kill.
Myself.
-L8
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