don't talk about that
don't talk about this
don't talk about anything
not when i'm ******

haven't seen her in a month
haven't eaten in a week
keep falling down the rabbit hole
it's all very bleak

i hold onto the hope
that one day i'll be ok
but today, tomorrow, i wait
as i fade into the grey

i don't know when i'll last speak
to her or him or anyone
i don't know when i'll do it
i already have the gun

maybe this is the last thing
you read that i've ever said
maybe this is the last thing i write
maybe i'm already dead