Gun to the temple
Noose to the neck
Pills to the throat
Water to the lungs
Knife to the wrist
How is it exactly to want to die?
To feel so much pain
You realize you're dying on the inside
Self-mutilation is your fuel
Without it, you would have died already
Numb is what you feel
Your thoughts never stop
Contemplating, planning your every last breath
You write the letter leaving it on the nightstand
You look around
You know you're alone
No one cares how you die
Gun to the temple
Noose to the neck
Pills to the throat
Water to the lungs
Knife to the wrist
Fuck it
Swan dive into the asphalt

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