Close In Dying
Tear poisons
Fragile hearts
Lost souls
Fading apart
Setting goals
Always disappointed
Brain getting weirder
Why am I not yet dead?
The moments I live for
Are not fun anymore
Badly needed drugs and alcohol
For forevermore
Suicidal options
It might be a good thing to try
Instead of crying
Maybe i'm better of dying
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