It was me

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Cars speeding
Wrists bleeding
Pill swallowing
Alcohol following
No. Stop.
This isn't right
You need to put up a fight
Sirens wailing
Heart failing
Words slurring
Sight blurring
Please. Save yourself
Don't end it like this
Death isn't  some eternal bliss
Lights flashing
Medics dashing
Blood flowing
Breathing slowing
Please. Hold on
I believe in you
You can make it through
Everyone's crying
You are dying
Needles prodding
Blood not clotting
I'm begging
Stay with me
Life gets better you will see
Darkness surrounding
Alerts sounding
Wheels turning
Death yearning
I was always so convincing

I said everything was alright

And now my coffin is being closed up tight



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