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Spass.

I'm loosing it again..
My chest has reached it's capacity..
I can hardly breathe..
Tears are forming..
But i won't let them fall..
For everyone to see..
Because it's none of their fucking business..!
I'm shaking..
I'm twitching..
I can't think straight..
My mind is screaming..
Telling me to blow my brains out..
Tonight..

My self-esteem has busted..
Everything is grey..
The pills are spilled everywhere..
A handful..one take..
Or maybe two..
I'm not functioning right..
Nothing makes sense..
I want to bleed so bad..
It's addicting,
And it's my release..

So i can get lost into another different level..
Of depression..
So i can repeat the cycle..
With my bloodying arms..
Sliced up..

Because it's pretty..
Pretty sad..
Maybe after my arms i can try it on my
neck..