My room is where I lie, staring at the ground.
I'm being eaten alive by the demons that reside within
The devils that pray,
The angels that sin.
Yearning for an ending too far gone to begin
Waiting for you,
This feeling within.
There I am, lying alone gun beside my head
I am forever gone,
Though I will never be dead.
Will I be found, or will I be forever missing
People won't ask where or how,
Through the sound of no weeping.
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i like the thought of "Through the sound of no weeping"
oh and " I'm being eaten alive by the demons that reside within
The devils that pray,
The angels that sin"
******** love that ,excellently put heart
but you know if that was your suicide then you would be found and forever missed and the sound of weeping would be deafning blaugh