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I’m not sure if I can do this If I can make it through the days If I can hold onto the small string From the tough rope My grasp is loosening My mind is unraveling My heart is racing I’m not cut out for this I’ve tried my hardest I promise But I’ve come to the end I can’t keep struggling With this smile Slapped across my face Making it seem like I’m okay But I’m a walking skeleton I’m losing wieght I’m tired All the time I don’t want to be around Or talk To anyone No one can fix this. I’ve gotten myself in too deep And I can’t force myself out It’s a neverending pit I think I might die here With a bottle in my right hand And a cell phone in the left 911 punched in As the pills sing me to sleep -e.w.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
Sing Me to Sleep
I’m not sure if I can do this If I can make it through the days If I can hold onto the small string From the tough rope My grasp is loosening My mind is unraveling My heart is racing I’m not cut out for this I’ve tried my hardest I promise But I’ve come to the end I can’t keep struggling With this smile Slapped across my face Making it seem like I’m okay But I’m a walking skeleton I’m losing wieght I’m tired All the time I don’t want to be around Or talk To anyone No one can fix this. I’ve gotten myself in too deep And I can’t force myself out It’s a neverending pit I think I might die here With a bottle in my right hand And a cell phone in the left 911 punched in As the pills sing me to sleep -e.w.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:29 PM UTC
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