Washing Machine

I have three personas Four voices Two laughs One cry I have a death wish and the antidote is to keep getting by Pills, potions and a washing machine belly full of poison Three perpetual loves Six heart breaks A bleeding wrist radiator and a dove who upon his release will get eaten alive Sliced down the middle 50/50 everything love, hate happy, sad It's both good and bad it cancels itself out I feel pride, I feel shame the guilt will cripple me I can't boast about mistakes that could ruin lives I sleep, I no longer dream I am awake all the time I know a little of nothing, i'm only here to survive