I'm not a poet and I know it
but I'm still deep
my thoughts are still released in sentences spoken
when written I expose all emotions
I'm happy, exactally where I want to be in life
I'm mad, someone go hide the knives
not debating suicide, debating ending a being
then I'm shy, don't know why I had homicidal thoughts
don't know why I'm so scared
desparity ceizes hold
flashes of emptiness caress my inner mental state
hollow, filled up now it's forgotten
I'm positive, I know this whole bottle, I can swallow it
percocet, nervous wreck
drug induced sweat....... Death..

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