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nico22436 Ready to commit suicide
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Anxiety

Every single day it breaks me to pieces

I've tasted defeat of defeat of my demons

I'm such a fucking waste of achievement

I should just put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it

'Cause Lord I know I ain't been no Saint

But tell me what I did to deserve this pain

Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt

When all I ever did is put everybody first

*And how does that make you feel?*

These days I just don't feel shit

I don't feel a thing at all

I don't feel like I exist

That's why I need my fix

So I can just feel something

How do you describe the word empty

Try to describe the word nothing

Wait, fuck that

Use my name as the definition

Write it on my forehead

Defective out of commission

I'm sick of it

Losing myself, I'm sick of it

Take my fingerprints

You'll see that I did all of the percentages

I've given it my all

I've given it my all and soo much more

But everybody still walking out that door

I've given it my all

It's getting to point where its sad as fuck

I've given it my all but its not enough, its not enough

The sleeping pills don't work

The healing pills don't work

I still feel pain with the pain pills

And now those same pills don't work

If I don't get a couple perks

I'm about to go berserk

I swear to god nobody can fix this shit

Not even the church

Now tell me what good would a pastor do

Except be mad at you

And tell you that you sinned a bunch of times

But I've forgiven you

You know they won't admit it

And God himself is forbidden

But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed

*And how does that make you feel?*

Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel

I'm gonna fucking lose my mind

Step aside I need the pills

Step aside I need the Xanays

Step aside I need the Vicodin

I'll be on my way

So I can just get back to my life again

You do not give a shit

Stop pretending, stop lying

Cause to you I'm just a check, bitch

Just a dollar sign

Another vacay with the kids

Oh hubby couldn't be prouder

All you had to do was ask me how I feel for an hour

See thats the problem with pretentious technicalities

You preach insanity

And then expect my weekly salary

So tell me who's the crazy person now bitch

And yet you think you'e qualified to treat me

I've given it my all

I've given it my all and so much more

But everybody still walking out that door

I've given it my all

It's getting to the point where its sad as fuck

I've given it my all but its not enough, its not enough

Man I came up a young way

Just a young Jersey *****

Pullin' in my timber

Afraid I might pull this trigger

It's fucking anxiety

Fucking anxiety

My demons are calling and sayin' they want whatever's inside of me

I'ma give it to 'em

I'ma give them all of it

Used to be a small operetta

Now its the opposite

Anxiety

All big-time anxiety

I feel it's runnin' through my veins

I'm afraid I might get the blade

And make a slit and let the blood spill out

Anxiety

All big-time anxiety

Anxiety

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