A poem talking about feelings the weight of the world.
Things used to be so simple, now everything makes a big ripple, shits crashin like a wave, I can already say Jesus doesn’t save. Welcome to hell, I have a secret to tell, theres a thin line between love and hate, cross the thread and someone will end up dead. I need a fucking pill so I can chill, I’m starting to get too ill. Coldest of feelings, the oldest there is, I must look like a joke, I need a smoke so I can choke, or maybe I could use a rope, hell I’ll just go drown, I’ll just sink down.
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