guerilla suicide tactics

In this prison that we call our memory I repeat Every minute overwraught with tragedy Honestly I just hope that i will never go to sleep For the fear That the body will appear in front of me I lay alone as I bleed The soul is riddled with greed I hope it takes my life Yet I sit there petrified I cannot accept the pain I hide my body in shame Dysphoric suicide Was it worth the sacrifice? Dysphoric suicide Suicide Suicide Dysphoric suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Suicide Dysphoric suicide