I suppose you want to stab me now,
Cut me down, hurt my soul.
Tear off my limbs and watch me squirm.
Can't you see that you're killing me?
I drown in a pool of sorrow
As you laugh and disinagrate my being.
I turn away, ashamed of myself.
As each day brings more pain,
Why do I remain here?
The pills call my name.

Eventually the sun will rise.
 
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