Something so little can hold my life
An orange cylinder, the size of my palm.
A bunch of mini ovals that can make me sleep in no time
A handful of them, going down my throbbing throat, have never made me so calm.
Oh, how I wished I could change my mind
But this sad life of mine is something I can not bare.
Oh, how I wish I could give myself some more time
But this woe is all I am in this air.
And here I lay in tight space filled with water
My arms numbed with red
Finally I’ll be depression’s martyr.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
Something so little can hold my life
An orange cylinder, the size of my palm.
A bunch of mini ovals that can make me sleep in no time
A handful of them, going down my throbbing throat, have never made me so calm.
Oh, how I wished I could change my mind
But this sad life of mine is something I can not bare.
Oh, how I wish I could give myself some more time
But this woe is all I am in this air.
And here I lay in tight space filled with water
My arms numbed with red
Finally I’ll be depression’s martyr.
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