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Diagnosis to No One
Where do I even begin
Well today
Was a bad one
And something snapped
With an anvil of medical records
Above my skull
I bowed to their demands
Said it could be nothing
That maybe its my own voice
Maybe i'm just wanting to be sick-
--
Ill destory anything and everything
I have so many dreams of killing myself
With a knife to my throat
Or my stomach
It would be so gory and bloody
Oh and the smell of it all- like wet metal, a rust
With an unlock button and no seatbelt
On a highway of 70
Just open the door
Off a grain elevator
Into a dive- to a beautiful bed of cement
Dead the second I hit the pavement
With a razor
Cutting off motion in my hand
I used to suffocate myself so I could sleep at night
Now those were the days
--
The cure is to stay positive.
I've never seen such an insult
But something snapped today
It sounded like the collapse of my world
I bet my spine would sound just like that
Nothing's wrong with me
Only of course....my skin crawls with wanting to hurt myself
now it burns with little excitment
As the wounds now bleed across my stomach with a blank of why...
"You did this"
In bloody sharp letters
I can't wait to die
I can't wait
I can't
I simply can't wait
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