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I slammed the door, I can't take this shit anymore

I wish I could just cry, but somehow these eyes are dry

My lips busted open, I can't seem to focus correctly

My worlds spinning out of control, I wish to die quickly.



Pills were scattered carelessly across the floor

I can hear your screams and fists bashing on the door.

I need to make this quick, I know he'll come in soon

My minds reeling right now, I don't know what to do.



Recklessly, I downed the bottle until it reached empty

I'm stumbling into the wall, my visions finally wavering.

No more questions of what could've been, should've been;

I'm letting go of this life, drifting into dreams of psilocybin.