Long Day
Getting that old familiar sick feeling.
Like a sad song you don't want to end...
Like beating the crap out of yourself again and again...
Like looking to the clouds, asking for a break, and knowing you don't deserve one...
Like knowing you'd be down right dangerous if you only had a gun...
They warned me about these feelings back in therapy...
The group was supportive, but they didn't really know me...
I'm done being stupid, so don't worry and don't fret...
I just hope when I'm gone, I'm someone that you met...
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