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Do I go for the liquid poison to make me feel better
Have it flow through my veins, making everything disappear little by little
Take a shot of liquid poison to my heart to forget the pain
When the liquid poison fades all your problems are still present
Got to find another outlet to let this pain bleed out
Have it flow through my veins, making everything disappear little by little
Take a shot of liquid poison to my heart to forget the pain
When the liquid poison fades all your problems are still present
Got to find another outlet to let this pain bleed out
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Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me?
Why do I care when she doesn't talk to me? It's not like it matters, it's not like it's hurting me...
Well, no, maybe that isn't true. It is hurting me. Why does it hurt me? It shouldn't matter that she isn't talking to me. It's not a big deal. It's not like she's ignoring me...
What if she's ignoring me? Is she ignoring me? She tells me she's busy. I believe her I really do, but there's always this part of me that tells me I'm just annoying. Why would someone want to talk to me? I'm not good enough...
I'm never good enough. I push myself, put so much pressure on myself. People tell me I'm good at things, but I can't see it. I can't belie
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what about him?
he cries, but no-one hears,
they shelter themselves from his pain,
they think he's a nuisance,
they ignore his cries,
He screams, but no one hears,
but they still feel his cold breath as it hits them,
they don't care, they won't embrace him,
what if i were to cry?
what if i screamed?
they would care for me,
maybe only from pity,
but that would be better than nothing,
he has nothing,
no-one to care for him,
no-one to even pity him,
no-one.
his name?
The sky
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The Words That I Don't Say
Incessant silence ebbs throughout the room from me to you.
Anger seethes from you to me which feeds into the hollow quiet.
Merciless stakes of words jab repeatedly into my skin and probe me into a permanent tight lip.
Secrets continue to bubble beneath the surface as they beg to spill forth.
Opening up old wounds that had only begun to scar over.
Regrets of the past and present continue to haunt my minds and threaten to spill.
Repetition of self hatred and disgust toward myself only beckons me to shut out the rest of the world.
Your words may reach me, but I am the one that is not responding as this hand only tightens around my neck.
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Your depression medication?