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The thoughts in my head are wearing away 

getting trapped inside my brain 

nothing makes sense

no sense at all

the weary days count down as I

fall

Metal stuck inside my vein

If only they knew how to save

people would still be here

the ones we loved

could be as free as a deer

They made their choice

and so will I

If I can't live

I have to die

Author's Note

I tend to write better when I'm not thinking at all. I don't know.