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Go ahead, kill me

  • Writer: trueproducer
    trueproducer
  • Jun 5, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: Jun 21, 2025

Yesterday, I worried,

Didn’t go back, school.

Now I’m here, alone,

No friends, no one, true.

I’m just scared, I don’t know,

What’s next for my life.

I wish I was safe,

But I’m filled with strife.

I learned from the past,

How to grow, so fast.

But now I feel stuck,

I still need to trust.

At least I’ve recovered,

Made chances anew.

But if I were gone,

Would anyone care too?

I don’t know why now,

I’m making this song.

Do you care how life

Could ever go wrong?

Time after time,

Doubt’s all I see.

Go ahead, kill me,

Let it all be free.

I wish I had reached,

My success and more.

How can I work hard

When I’m stuck, unsure?

I want more than this,

To graduate, too.

To be better now,

And break through, it’s true.

I learned from you, friend,

I can’t stay with you.

From my parents, too,

I must follow through.

When things go wrong, still,

I’ll be there, stay strong.

Keep making music,

I’ll write all night long.

But every night now,

I feel so alone.

My birthday’s so near,

Yet I’m stuck in this zone.

I’m getting older,

But I waste my time.

Try every day, though,

I can’t make it mine.

I’m getting older,

But I waste my time.

Try every day, though,

I can’t make it mine.

A week after grad,

I wanted a change.

I rearranged life,

But it feels so strange.

If I die right now,

No one would care then.

Had no support here,

I still have none, friend.

I say I can do,

It all on my own,

But deep in my heart,

I know I’m alone.

 
 
 

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