Vomit Prozac
I dont need this life
Placebos do the same 4 me
My mind just isnt right
2nite
I find myself playing russian roulette in the mirror
whispering to the reflection 'pass the gun here'
Upset and so alone when a 'click' sounds in my ear
often times i live my life on the edge, surviving through the fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem