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Empty bottles, broken, broken,
Petals falling, down, down, down,
Echoes that tell you not to breathe,
Lungs, choking, can’t-
Over and over and over,
I see-
I can’t-
This is where the end comes in,
Oh my God,
I think I might...
How does it,
All these questions,
All these fucking questions,
Buzz, buzz, buzzing around in my head,
Why must I write down my thoughts?
Scared of waking up, dead,
Scared of living,
Scared of nothing,
I think I might be in-
Stitching my mouth shut,
Found hanging from-
Scarred, scared, stupid,
Oh, fuck, I think this one’s two deep,
ODed again,
Burning away bad thoughts,
Cutting away the nightmares,
Can’t sleep, eat, breathe,
I think I need to die,
The voices tell me I-
But if I-
Oh, God,
I think it’s all just lies.