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...suicide?
Every now and then
It crosses my mind
Creeping in
Then hurrying out
I try
To keep myself busy
So I can't think about it
But it always finds a way
To enter my thoughts
Pills down the hatch
A couple shots of bleach
Myself, a rope, and a tree
I'm addicted to planning different ways
Different scenarios
I think it might be time for
...suicide?
It crosses my mind
Creeping in
Then hurrying out
I try
To keep myself busy
So I can't think about it
But it always finds a way
To enter my thoughts
Pills down the hatch
A couple shots of bleach
Myself, a rope, and a tree
I'm addicted to planning different ways
Different scenarios
I think it might be time for
...suicide?
Published 19th Apr 2014
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