What's the point anymore?
I curl up and cry on the floor
is life worth it?
I want to commit
should I end it all?
I feel so small
does anyone care?
the skin on my wrist is beginning to tear
will it get better?
the blood-soaked carpet is getting wetter
these are the questions I ask myself each night
until I begin to feel alright
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
What's the point anymore?
I curl up and cry on the floor
is life worth it?
I want to commit
should I end it all?
I feel so small
does anyone care?
the skin on my wrist is beginning to tear
will it get better?
the blood-soaked carpet is getting wetter
these are the questions I ask myself each night
until I begin to feel alright
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