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I’m not sure how I am without it Not anymore, it’s ******* toxic What the hell am I supposed to do? Just down another and forget to Sleep, eat, or anything else Just go out, smoke, get out of the house What now? I’m broke with nothing to lose Take another one, don’t worry, not like you can choose It’s your lifeline, your sanity, I’m so ******* done With these schedules and meals, just hand me a gun I won’t shoot it, not right, I’ll aim for the temple Maybe then I can relax and try to stay mellow **** now I can’t show her, she’ll think I’m insane For wanting to shoot my own one-sided brain **** me, I’m tired, I don’t want this anymore Cure me, ******* doctors, what else is there in store? More pills, more help, more mother ******* **** I’m done with this, with you, I’m tired of it. Don’t tell me I have this, I don’t want to believe you I’ll keep living my life as if I can do a “re-do” Whatever, it’s fine, I’ll deal as I go I don’t need this, I have this, just won’t let it show Don’t judge me, don’t hate me, because of this **** Grow up, acknowledge, I’m living with it.
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:26 AM UTC
Losing It.
I’m not sure how I am without it Not anymore, it’s ******* toxic What the hell am I supposed to do? Just down another and forget to Sleep, eat, or anything else Just go out, smoke, get out of the house What now? I’m broke with nothing to lose Take another one, don’t worry, not like you can choose It’s your lifeline, your sanity, I’m so ******* done With these schedules and meals, just hand me a gun I won’t shoot it, not right, I’ll aim for the temple Maybe then I can relax and try to stay mellow **** now I can’t show her, she’ll think I’m insane For wanting to shoot my own one-sided brain **** me, I’m tired, I don’t want this anymore Cure me, ******* doctors, what else is there in store? More pills, more help, more mother ******* **** I’m done with this, with you, I’m tired of it. Don’t tell me I have this, I don’t want to believe you I’ll keep living my life as if I can do a “re-do” Whatever, it’s fine, I’ll deal as I go I don’t need this, I have this, just won’t let it show Don’t judge me, don’t hate me, because of this **** Grow up, acknowledge, I’m living with it.
lydia-e
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lydia-e
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Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:26 AM UTC
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