I hate when I get this way.
I'm going to feel on the verge of crying all day.I'll shut out everyone and everything.
"It's better if you talk to someone" they say,
but I won't give a shit because to me,
it's all the same.I'm still going to feel like an empty pit.
I can't explain this to anyone
because they just won't get it.All my thoughts never made much sense.
Makes me feel so damn ignorant.On days like today,
I'll do nothing but attack myself.
Avoid all the living and the thoughts
will consume me to my own personal hell.Can anyone get through to me, I don't know?
All I hear is silence on days when I feel so low.But I'll look forward to the day when someone can, reach out and save me,
pull me from this quick sand.
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