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You can’t medicate me out of this hell You can’t understand what it’s like to want to die 24 hours a day Get in the car Fanaticize bout crashing my car into the river Trip on my shoe laces Wonder if their long enough to hang myself from Walk past a window Wonder how far the drop is and if I could jump Take an Advil for my headache Stare at the bottle wondering if I should swallow them all Walking down the stares Wondering if I could break my head open on the wall if I go head first Take a bath Wondering If I could drown myself Wiping down the table Wondering if I should drink the cleaning solution Making dinner Wonder if I should use the knife to end the misery See liquor from the corner of my eye Wondering if I should drink it and hope it mixes with my medication See a large drop Inch my way towards the edge Finally turned 18 maybe I’ll buy a gun so I can pull the trigger No friends Who besides my family would care if I died? Stare at the ceiling Go to sleep hoping you never wake up Trying to retract the tears in my eyes before I lose my mind and start to cry Wonder what’s holding me back Can’t talk to anyone either they’ll call 211 or ill make them worry Doing drugs so I can be happy for a few hours
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
You can’t medicate me out of this hell
You can’t medicate me out of this hell You can’t understand what it’s like to want to die 24 hours a day Get in the car Fanaticize bout crashing my car into the river Trip on my shoe laces Wonder if their long enough to hang myself from Walk past a window Wonder how far the drop is and if I could jump Take an Advil for my headache Stare at the bottle wondering if I should swallow them all Walking down the stares Wondering if I could break my head open on the wall if I go head first Take a bath Wondering If I could drown myself Wiping down the table Wondering if I should drink the cleaning solution Making dinner Wonder if I should use the knife to end the misery See liquor from the corner of my eye Wondering if I should drink it and hope it mixes with my medication See a large drop Inch my way towards the edge Finally turned 18 maybe I’ll buy a gun so I can pull the trigger No friends Who besides my family would care if I died? Stare at the ceiling Go to sleep hoping you never wake up Trying to retract the tears in my eyes before I lose my mind and start to cry Wonder what’s holding me back Can’t talk to anyone either they’ll call 211 or ill make them worry Doing drugs so I can be happy for a few hours
#depression#pain#death
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
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