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Jan 2020
Can’t think of a better way to go out than by my own hand
Can’t let these people grab my clout hope you understand

They claim to know me whats your problem why you showing off
I’m dead
Layed up in bed
Overdose replaying in my head

Dreamt it up one night woke up falling off the end off a knife
Snorted and aborted my life
It’s what I asked for, no more strife
No more life
Aint nobody gonna save me this time

And I been going thru it but I’m happy to say I’m through it
Tried too many times and they said please don’t do it
Suicide been on my mental like a best friend moved in my brain a rental
I don’t ask for your pity this ain’t that sentimental

I promise you can find happiness from within
I found it thru influence you don’t gotta sin
Smoked out the bowl and now I feel whole t minis two hours I’ll feel like the bowl
Empty
David Bachman
Written by
David Bachman  17/M
(17/M)   
51
   Juneau
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