I feel dead,
Not dead, dead.
Just dead.
Emotionally,
Physically,
Mentally,
Dead.
It's been one month,
Three weeks,
Six days.
Or...
1,392 hours,
Where I haven't been alive.
It's like ****
Like a cigarette,
Even alcohol.
There's a rush,
Then there's the numb feeling,
Then blood.
I miss it ******
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
I feel dead,
Not dead, dead.
Just dead.
Emotionally,
Physically,
Mentally,
Dead.
It's been one month,
Three weeks,
Six days.
Or...
1,392 hours,
Where I haven't been alive.
It's like ****
Like a cigarette,
Even alcohol.
There's a rush,
Then there's the numb feeling,
Then blood.
I miss it ******
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