My heart feels like it's broken into pieces,
My mind is racing for a million different reasons.
I've got not one, not two, but three different people,
Who want to do things to themselves that are lethal.
It just doesn't seem fair,
And almost like they don't care,
Who the they hurt,
When they're going to be buried under six feet of dirt.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
My heart feels like it's broken into pieces,
My mind is racing for a million different reasons.
I've got not one, not two, but three different people,
Who want to do things to themselves that are lethal.
It just doesn't seem fair,
And almost like they don't care,
Who the they hurt,
When they're going to be buried under six feet of dirt.
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