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How the fuck am I supposed to go on living?

I know I messed up but you don't have to be so damn unforgiving.

I know you didn't ask for me,

But I'm not exactly overfilled with glee.

So I've decided to set us both free.



I shut the bathroom door,

Just like I've done so many times before.

But don't you worry, I won't come out anymore.

For the last time I look into the mirror,

And the whole world seems a little bit clearer.

After a minute or two, I come out of my daze,

And I take one final gaze.



I head to the shower

And I let the water run.

But I don't jump in until it's completely done.

It may be filled to the rim

But I'm not planning on taking a swim.



I prepare to make myself a threat...

So here I go, my feet are wet.

Before I know it, I'm up to my neck

In a minute I'll be nothing but a wreck.

Slowly, my head goes under

And all of a sudden, I hear the thunder.

Now the water is over my head,

But this time it's not something I dread.

The final drop of water encompasses me,

And that's the way I would want it to be.