Robim.

Robim never felt this alone
Doesnt talk to people just stays at home
Searches his escape behind pc displays
The screen is bright as day in his darkest place
Gets short amusement from some offensive memes
Watches porn looses hours in some videogames
Quickly forgotten by all of his friends
Makes him wonder what the word friends means
Envies friendships from social media
When he was small wanted to be a Tv star
Now barely remembers how attention feels
Nobody cares bout his life he gave up on his dreams
Checking for twitter updates or new dms
But nothing ever happens like every day
He feels so left alone and isolated
Sad & filled with anger he posts again

If I die would you come to my funeral
And why do i think more about my death than my life
And how do i stop a car with no breaks inside
Hundred milligram to an overdose and that in just one night
loosing the fight at least thats how its for my mind
last wish in my life: putting my thoughts on vinyl

All his followers ignore his cry for help
Why would they care about him, he just cries like a fag
All he gets is three likes and one retweet
Cause he's alone in this world doesnt get noticed by them
Everybody that knows is just busy with himself
He feels like he got betrayed
He feels like he is just waste
He doesnt know who to blame
Is it his fault or his friends'
Expected nothing from people just so he doesnt get harmed
But when his friends are in danger bet that he wont come unarmed
He always asked for nothing out of fear that he wants too much
And no he cant risk rejection he feels its too dangerous
The one time he wanted something she left moved on to the next
So he just shut down completely wont ask wont even call back
Cause calls maybe accidental or maybe even a prank

He just let her leave didnt try to change her mind
All he wanted for her is that she lives her best life
But he didnt get that she may want to see him fight
As soon as he realized he couldnt stop to blame himself
And that got reinforced when she started to throw shade
These thoughts nest in his mind feed anxiety
Others fight these things with drugs he blames sobriety
Cause when hes on drugs he stops overthinking
So he pours one out then heads to twitter again

He posts:" Life wants to move on, but just without me"
And " hold a blade to my throat because i do not fear death"
He suddenly drifts away
When his brain gets entertained
By mending thoughts of pain
Like headdiving into flames
Like a cut on his arm
Like a burn on his hand
Like two rocks squish his heart
Like a string to his neck

Like a string to his neck
He feels like this is the night
Although she said he wont try
Felt like she dared him to die
Once saw her becoming his wife
He thinks he should write his friends
But he dont know what to send
Should he tell them where he went
Should he tell them bout his plan
Maybe record 13 tapes
No he feels like hes to blame

Hes starting to run his mind
Is now recaping his life
With all the tempest inside
That he can no longer hide
His eyes get teary he cries
Takes his phone looks at the time
It says its 3:35
"Aint no better time to die"
Finally he has arrived
Chose this tree for a long time
And now he knows what to write
Opens his notes starts to type:

Robin never felt this alone