Last night they returned
Those thoughts of death
Swallowing a bottle of pills
Or maybe worse
A place I’ve long assumed
No longer existed within me
The words formed in my mouth
I’d be better off dead
I should just kill myself
I shrugged away from human touch
Both angry and depressed
Wishing this life could just stay on track
It’s been so easy for such a long time
I love the routine that is my life
Why couldn’t it be good enough
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