I got fed up.
Wanna just die,
Give me poison to pour my cup,
Don't ask "why?".
I feel pretty funny
About death.
My soul will never again be sunny,
There is only bloody mess.
Life is shit,
But everyone is afraid to dispose
with it.
I don't scare to get rid,
My only helper is weed.
There will be end of each and everyone.
So sad to be sent,
But hell waits for me,
There is no way to run.
Fed up
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