It seems as of late
This empty screen’s my date,
And I feel the pain building up inside.
Now I know it’s in my mind,
And it shouldn’t hurt my kind,
But such torture of the soul
My spirit can not take.
If only all the pills
Weren’t all locked away,
Perhaps I could make
A remedy for these quakes.
The gun lays here by me,
But all my bullets seem spent,
And I don’t think that death would even find me.
Chances are, to me you can relate,
And have pondered suffocation for a while.
Truth be told, that’s not how I’d want to go,
And surely fate is kind enough to oblige me.
This one and only gift I shall ask of it,
That whenever I may go, I sure as hell will know,
That someone got one damn good laugh out of it.
 
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