Laying down drinking a concoction
What shall I pick
Shall I leave soon
Or will I just stare at the moon
I see my end coming soon
But I can't decide
It's like a maze of rooms
Filled with gloom
Or tragic horrors
Or shall I wait for my own doom
So many choices
So many opportunities
But my heart,soul,mind can't find unity
Because people are perusing me
These three shall be
And endless fight
Or Is it just my strife
**** my life
And as I grab a knife
I think to my self
i guess Suicide is an option....
What shall I pick
Shall I leave soon
Or will I just stare at the moon
I see my end coming soon
But I can't decide
It's like a maze of rooms
Filled with gloom
Or tragic horrors
Or shall I wait for my own doom
So many choices
So many opportunities
But my heart,soul,mind can't find unity
Because people are perusing me
These three shall be
And endless fight
Or Is it just my strife
**** my life
And as I grab a knife
I think to my self
i guess Suicide is an option....
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