Krazy thoughts.
Got me taking shots.
Shots at myself.
Dust off the proverbial gun lying on the top shelf.
It's been waiting for some target practice at my mental health.
Bad blood plagues my heart.
Bad habits die hard.
The lover in me can't hardly love a thing.
The killer in me will try to kill what's left of my humanity.
"Where are you going"?
"Don't you dare leave".
"Just come back to me".
Said the lonesome soul.
"Breathe life into me".
"For feeling alive".
"It's everything to me."
I've been talking to angel's.
Pleading for mercy.
I've been bartering with demons.
Another attempt in vain to salvage what's left of my sanity.
Krazy thoughts.
Got me taking shots.
Shots at myself.
Dust off the proverbial gun lying on the top shelf.
It's been waiting for some target practice at my mental health.
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