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Let My Soul Be Free

Suicidal poem, viewers been warned.
Take this blade, and take my blood,
My life will be paid for in this flood,
I don't wanna live,
Spare me the pain,
I have no more to give.

The funeral procession begins,
Moving toward the burial ground,
Tired of feeling like this,
Tired of being pushed around.

Walked on,
Stepped on,
Spit on,
Picked on.

So tired of it all,
Just let this corpse fall!
There's no hope to save,
Don't try to help me,
Just dig my grave,
And let my Soul be free!

Tired of crying myself to sleep,
Tired of trying to make everyone happy,
Tired of lying to myself saying everything will be ok.

It's time I spoke the truth,
Be better off dead,
Take this blade, take my blood!
My life will be paid for in this flood!

Take this blade, take my blood!
Take my life with this knife,
Don't try to save me,
Just dig my grave for me.

Let my soul be free,
Just let my pain go...
Tired of crying, tired of trying, tired of lying to myself,
It's not okay.

Everything's turning black,
I'm losing sight of the light,
Just a walking corpse in a darkened world,
With a broken heart and depressed mind.

Don't,
Don't,
Try to save me,
Just dig my grave for me,
Let my,
Let my,
Let my soul be free.
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Published: 12/8/2015
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