I could
take that handful of pills
because honestly
i'm sick of waking up
every morning to ask myself
the same damn questions

I would
slide that blade
across my wrist
because i hate the person
i have become.

I have
daydreams of when
that day will come
where i won't think

I am
scared of myself
I don't want to be
just another line
in a newspaper

I want
for my life
to mean something.

uder pressure

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