I knew I had to do it now
My heart was shooting daggers at everyone again
You left but I went back wanting to die
(Should I have to go through this a second time?)
I was amazed I could make that decision myself
“I don’t feel uncomfortable . . . I don’t feel upset”
I said, staring out the window
Why did I think I was myself?
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
I knew I had to do it now
My heart was shooting daggers at everyone again
You left but I went back wanting to die
(Should I have to go through this a second time?)
I was amazed I could make that decision myself
“I don’t feel uncomfortable . . . I don’t feel upset”
I said, staring out the window
Why did I think I was myself?
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