Falling down the Rabbit hole, where monsters become real
Red pill, Blue pill, any pill to make me feel real
Deeper, darker I fall into depressions pit
No respite, just pools of blood from the wrists I’ve slit
Desperation, no elation as I pray for some release
Situation critical as I struggle to find peace
With death comes freedom and no more pain
My passing proves the monster has been slain
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
Falling down the Rabbit hole, where monsters become real
Red pill, Blue pill, any pill to make me feel real
Deeper, darker I fall into depressions pit
No respite, just pools of blood from the wrists I’ve slit
Desperation, no elation as I pray for some release
Situation critical as I struggle to find peace
With death comes freedom and no more pain
My passing proves the monster has been slain
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