Listen to the voices, far from kind
A terrifying dream, a game with my mind.
As I try to forget, the words that were said
Telling me its time, time to be dead.
Then I think twice, what good am I?
If nobody cares, even when I cry.
Should I take the pills, ending it all?
An excruciating pain, with no one to call.
The pills seem cold, against my hand
Smiling at the thought, of the death I've planned.
Wishing for someone, to come knock them away
Cradling me, telling me it's okay.
Then I snap out of the game, thanks to my mind
I've gotten an idea, a pain one of a kind.
And so the cycle begins, as I silce a deep cut
And I think of the dark place, my mind has me put.
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