I can be happy
I’m a little neurotic
It’s all too chaotic
I think I’ve lost my mind
Prozac as my crutch
It’s all still too much
Goddamn I’m running out of time
Knife, noose, or pills
Which one will best kill
Oh shit I have to write a letter
dear family and friends
afraid this is the end
sorry i couldn’t be better
The choice has been made
But this feels insane
Maybe I should just slow down
Unable to be happy
Can anybody help me
I feel like I’m gonna drown
Knife to my arm
I’m holding it firm
I’m just gonna do it
Ready set go
Why am I going so slow
I’ve realized I just can’t commit
Could I be happy?
Maybe someone can help me
Maybe I could be a fighter
Maybe I should start talking
Maybe say what I’m feeling
The future will start to look brighter
I can be happy
And someone will help me
I’m gonna tear up the letter
Dear family and friends
This isn’t the end
I’m going to get better
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