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Dirt piles up upon my life
My conscious built on strife
I inherit from the undead
”Marry a nice girl.” They said
I can feel the oxygen deplete
The loneliness stays replete
I don’t mind death for now
The man I need, but how
Isolation is my best friend
The life I’m meant to spend
People tend to drift apart
I’m trying mend my broken heart
The closet was claustrophobic
All I live is homophobic
I don’t wanna push you away,
but I know what you’re gonna say
”Hey gay boy, you big loner,
you’re a dog, go back to your owner.”
I wanna a real connection
One that isn’t built on deception
I stay away to be safe
Cus my presence is chafe
I love talking excitedly,
but I stay quiet deliberately
Push me into a grave
One where I can’t be saved
I get scared of social interaction
Every thing I do is an infraction