I couldn't slit my wrists
And I sure as hell
Couldn't slit my throat
But I can tie a noose
I can tape a bag over my head
I can lie on some train tracks
There are others ways
There's always another way.
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
