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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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