This poem is about someone that commits suicide because they feel trapped in a society where people are told to value money, not happiness.
the same routine the same black holes the same darkness blinding, suffocating my vision
the only way to escape is to cut your doll face mocks my agony this life isn’t okay
we are not okay only the mad can see through the veil locked up, so we can’t tell our truths to the world we were made to serve machines gave us false hope false happiness why do they tell us to dream?
if we always come back to the same factory
we can never choose
the only way to escape is to leave bullets
walk in a parade dreams only a grasp away as i fall down a cliff into the abyss that is adulthood
splatters turn into blood red wings like a doll
in checkout god scans my bar-code scars freedom from this prison has arrived
now I can finally see the stars
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