I did it again.
That gun went to my head again.
My arms are bleeding again.
I'm crying again
Is there a point where tears dry up?
I haven't found it.
I did it again
I wrote my suicide note again
I took medicine again
I wish for death again
Why can't I do anything right?
I can't even die properly
I did it again
I pulled the trigger again
Nothing happened again
I say I'm sorry again
Maybe I'll die this time.
Or maybe I won't again.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
I did it again.
That gun went to my head again.
My arms are bleeding again.
I'm crying again
Is there a point where tears dry up?
I haven't found it.
I did it again
I wrote my suicide note again
I took medicine again
I wish for death again
Why can't I do anything right?
I can't even die properly
I did it again
I pulled the trigger again
Nothing happened again
I say I'm sorry again
Maybe I'll die this time.
Or maybe I won't again.
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