kill me
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You'd think lying here, my breath escaping
That I'm scared
I've tried pills
Here I sit
Both Wrists Slit
I think I need my stomach pumped
I'm not scared
I hear someone knocking
A creation of our mind runs deep, so overwhelmingly deep at times
Right at the moments you need it to be silent, the screams of sorrow and sadness echo throughout the corridors of the mind
it is not my shame
for i am proud of love
nor is it my fear
that rises above
above my wings
that ache your name
above my eyes
that avoid your gaze
the one they long for