Looking around got 2 bags of pills,
Maybe this will be enough to numb the feels,
All these alcoholic bottles I been saving for a rainy day,
Time to drink up and make this pain go away,
All these knife's, yet I have my favourite,
One specifically to make myself bleed,
Run it down my arm from the radial to the brachial artery,
I have no reason to be alive
As I turn around to say my final goodbyes
It makes me question, who really cares
Who am I about to hurt?
If I do this, who will I pass the pain onto?
What would my dog think?
What would my nieces think?
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