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In my room, my prison cell

Staring at my clock

Seeing the second hand

Going around in endless circles

Each rotation bringing me closer to death

I don't want to be here any more

I hate life

I can't breathe

Tylenol to help me through the night

I don't care

I hate you

I hate me

Gun...death...gun...death...

No one here

Everyone gone

Gun...death...cold...tear

I don't want to be here any more

Leave me alone

Go away

Gun...Death...

Silent phone

Can't see

Sore

Pain

Im still here

Do you care?

Moon

Not allowed

Gun...death...gun...DEATH...

Black

Kiss

Tick-tok-tick-tok

IM STILL HERE

YOU DON'T CARE