If I kill myself, it won’t be an act of resistance
It will be all that is left over after the hope of resistance has been buried in a black box under concrete
If I had the tools I could dig the box out
But I’m tired, tired, so tired
There’s no god I’m serving by doing this
It’s just that I’m so tired. I’m so tired by this soft sweet helpless life.
It’s not selfish, it’s not unselfish, it’s just that I can’t do this anymore
And it’s not rebellion, it’s not martyrdom, it’s not sacrifice
It’s not love, it’s not hope, it’s not liberation
It’s just all that is left all that is left all that is left
When nothing is left for us anymore
When life is nothing
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