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Apr 2013
You lay down in your bed
Trying to get all the bad thoughts out your head.
You toss and turn all night
Knowing deep down in your heart that your mind is about to take you on a terrible flight.
You grab your phone looking for someone to call
But in reality you know no one is going to answer at all.
You turn to the right and see something that'll make you feel better
First you get your pen and paper out to write a letter.
You write down all the things that are causing you this pain
But you finally realize it is only making you more insane.
You grab the yellow pill bottle that's hiding under your bed
Crush up all the pills because you feel like you are dead.
You snort up all your troubles
Wipe away your tears.
You take one last look in the mirror
And think to yourself "all I wanted to do is sleep"
Barbara Johnson
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