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Drowning myself.

I forget what sorrows,

Or whether I need them anymore.



I left myself and went to a world

Where I no longer need to crawl,

I went to a place,

Where I don't need to hide my face.



I can live with the disgrace,

I probably won't recall my actions,

And maybe I won't be able to function,

But its all ok, if just for now.



Call me pathetic,

Call me whatever you like,

In my state I won't hear

your condescending advice.



Because I never claimed I could do this alone,

And I'm more alive than I've ever known.