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How would you feel, if I died?
How would you feel if you couldn’t look me in the eyes?
Imagine my funeral sad and gloomy,
And the only happy thing…flowers that were bloomy,
I’m lying in my casket, numb and cold,
Instead of a smile on my face, it was a scold,
Before I committed to my death, I wondered who would be there,
My family? The men I ***ed? My friends? Whom who really cared?
I was feeling so much stress couldn’t handle the pain,
So I took a bottle of pills (thinking I’m going insane),
I kept looking down and all I saw were tears,
Drenching my hands, confirming all my fears,
Slowly but surely I started to feel weak,
I couldn’t walk to my bed, couldn’t even speak,
So many thoughts running through my head,
But what would be the final one before I’m dead,
I’m addicted to sex; I’m addicted to weed,
Broken heart... hummm which would it be,
Stress from money, stress from pain,
Stressed to the point I went insane,
Tired of feeling I’m the one to blame,
You wouldn’t believe the killer I became,
(Before the pills)
Lying in bed, thinking how to ease the pain,
Russian roulette would be a good game,
But then my casket would have to be closed,
And my death wouldn’t be the way that I purposed,
So before I died I took my last breath,
Before my eyes, my body just left,
My eyes closed and then I was free,
And all my pain turned into glee.
