Erratic.

I need to be, for a while

I can't address my thoughts correctly

So I just keep taking the overflow out of my head

Unfortunately it doesn't look good

And actually it isn't, it's terrible inside.

I'm alone. Whatever my next step is, hurting the people I love is a must.

So many tales of another time.

See, you're not at fault.

Living is at fault, being alive, existing.

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I've been catching myself

Thinking

Moaning my own emotions

I'm only one

But my pain, I can't give it away for free.

I'm not even able to die on my own

otherwise I'll be playing with people's feelings.

I'm not even able to die on my own anymore.

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You see

How many stars are we able to make constellations?

It doesn't matter, I'll still be able to create excuses.

Will you carry on these scars as long as you're alive?

Or will you be able to forgive(et)?

I'm parts, pieces...

Human.

Nothing else

Ridiculous, None, none of these who blame suicidal people as the most disgraced

None of them ever have been close to death because their mind couldn't carry on

Carry on without colours.

My brain's so fucked I don't even know if I'm sleepy or tired.

My brain is so consumed by itself that all in all I'm a fucking liar.

Whatever it is, being a fucking liar and able to die on your own is better than being "anywhere else".

Human.

Godspeed.