the urge

to lose my sanity..

to lose whats real..

to lose all feeling..

to no longer feel

to no longer exist

to slit my wrist

what makes you stronger kills

like that bottle of pills

i want them all

i want to fall

into a deep sleep

deeper than the cuts

on my wrist

deeper than the holes

in my heart

 

 

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