As the days pass slowly
And the weeks creep by
I find myself obsessing
About ways that I can die

I lay awake at night
Thinking of my pain
There's no way it will get better
I have nothing left to gain

Suddenly thoughts of death
Are controlling my every move
And every battle with my mind
I always seem to lose

I cut my arms with razor blades
To dull the pain inside
But that only lasts so long
I dont want to be alive

I manage to keep my composure
When people are around
They dont understand me
So I dont make a sound

So I make a plan to take some pills
It shouldn't take too long
I write letters to my friends
Asking them to understand that it's just too hard to go on

I plan it out so perfectly
I even set the date
I'm pretty sure that I am ready
This is my fate

As I take them one by one
I start to feel a little scared
I know I'm almost done

My eyes are getting heavy
My body is numb
I call for help but no one hears
This is the way it has to be.

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