I’m in a slump
I’m stuck in a dump
Is it worth it to jump?
I don’t even remember
How it feels to be better
Mentally healthier
I’ve only one true friend
I’m at the very end
Why bother to try and mend
My disastrous lifestyle?
Go look at the pile
Of blood and bile
From my many nights
Of verbal fights
And spinning lights
My lonely days
Fuzzy in haze
All in grays
I can’t sink anymore
I’m on the floor
Back to the door
Razor to wrist
Hand in a fist
Creating the list
Of anyone
Who’d stop me from feeling numb
I still have none...
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