He cries everynight
He is too tired to fight.
These demons, eat away at his brain.
Some would say that he was going insane.
Voices, everywhere, telling him that he is no good.
Hanging out with his good time buddies, in the hood.
The one girl that he keeps trying to impress.
Laughs when he falls, and continuely teases him but doesn't love him, she so confessed.
He's the good time friend, everyone wants to hang out with in the night.
When the party is over, they leave him reckless, and what a fright.
Now he had fallen so deep,
too many nights with no sleep.
The drinks went down just a little too fast.
Time now to take off the mask,
this is a part of his past.
Here come the voices again,
telling him, it's time for his life to end.
He stands there, puts a gun to his head.
The voices finally leave as he falls to the ground.
No more pulse, he lies there dead.
Finally, peace was all around.
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