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Suicide
Handful of pills, that’s how some of us deals.
Tub full of water, cuts deep to the wrist why even bother.
Drink until you can’t think, bang your head on the bathroom sink.
Hang yourself with your own belt, pain no one knew you felt.
A bullet to my head, somedays I wish I was dead.
Will I ever be good enough? Why does life have to be so tough?
Try to crawl out of the darkness alone, but in the darkness is where I must belong.
For every single thing I do right, it’s only my wrongs that’s brought to light.
Try to move on from my past, but when something goes wrong it’s thrown in my face fast.
For the demons I’ve overcome in this life, when I’m doing better they haunt me && taunt me and do it in strife.
Plastic bag over my face, suffocation.
Jump from the highest building, in front of the nation.
Not sorry for the occasion, I don’t care about the consequences I’m facing.
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Misty Johnson
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