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As far back as I can remember, my life has been colder than a night in December.
Scars across my heart from dying friends and family members.
Good memories in my head start to dismember.
My life falls apart like the leaves in the middle of November.
I sit and just reminisce.
Thinking of all the homies I miss.
Contemplating suicide to end this.
Grab a cold one and pop the cap as it makes a hiss.
Lips to my brew like a kiss.
Finger on the trigger and barrel on my dome.
Ready to embed a bullet deep in a chromosome.
Can't do it so I put down the chrome.
Now wishing to be alone.
It rings but I don't pick up the phone.
My depression is unclassified and unknown.
Nightmares having me feeling as if I'm no longer Edward, but a clone.
I'm fading in and out of the twilight zone.
Still at the start but so close to the finish.
The little joy I have left will eventually diminish.
All I can see is pain.
My life is more depressing than the coldest stormy rain.
Tired of being clinically insane.
Take a razor the vein.
End it slowly as the blood flows like a rapper.
Learned that to survive I need to be a scrapper.
This beautiful world I hate lost a race with death, homie over lapped her.
Body bag over me like a birth day present wrapper.
