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Description
Blackened hole.
Completely oblivious.
To the fact your so down.
And you cannot get out.

Only, time can get you out of it.
No matter what anyone says,
Or does.

But it's the amount of time people,
Get worried about.

Before its too late,
You've killed yourself.

Perhaps, it doesn't matter if you die now.
You're dying right now. Every second passes.
Every minute you think you have, you are dying.

We can't escape death.
Some just want to die.
Like you,
Do you know why?
Do you want to talk about it?
Do you want to stop feeling like shit?
Or would you rather go and die.

People think, its an act of weakness.
But it isn't, to you.. Is it?
You really, see no point to your life.
You really, don't see a way out of this.
I cannot tell you, this will end.
Because it won't.

But, maybe, it will get better.
Every failed attempt of getting better,
Is actually a stepping stone,
If you keep choosing to live.

But, the question is,
When. Will this get better.
After years of failing.
It seems hopeless to you dear.

The "you" is I.
You, are me.
I'm talking to you,
Me.

Trying to figure out, what is it I want.
Trying, to get my head around this black hole.

Nobody really understands this. Unless you have been down this road.
And it's hard. Too hard. So why don't you just do it now? Or I.
What on earth, do you, or I, want?

You, don't know.

Description
Blackened hole.
Completely oblivious.
To the fact your so down.
And you cannot get out.

Only, time can get you out of it.
No matter what anyone says,
Or does.

But it's the amount of time people,
Get worried about.

Before its too late,
You've killed yourself.

Perhaps, it doesn't matter if you die now.
You're dying right now. Every second passes.
Every minute you think you have, you are dying.

We can't escape death.
Some just want to die.
Like you,
Do you know why?
Do you want to talk about it?
Do you want to stop feeling like shit?
Or would you rather go and die.

People think, its an act of weakness.
But it isn't, to you.. Is it?
You really, see no point to your life.
You really, don't see a way out of this.
I cannot tell you, this will end.
Because it won't.

But, maybe, it will get better.
Every failed attempt of getting better,
Is actually a stepping stone,
If you keep choosing to live.

But, the question is,
When. Will this get better.
After years of failing.
It seems hopeless to you dear.

The "you" is I.
You, are me.
I'm talking to you,
Me.

Trying to figure out, what is it I want.
Trying, to get my head around this black hole.

Nobody really understands this. Unless you have been down this road.
And it's hard. Too hard. So why don't you just do it now? Or I.
What on earth, do you, or I, want?

You, don't know.