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My life is:
Too many pieces of paper with
Too many sad words on them.
Why not just be blunt?
Let's try it:

I'm depressed. I need help.
I hate practically everybody.
Every time I get close to someone,
I end up abandoned.

I hate this country I live in.
It's extremely corrupt.
Most laws are designed to imprison the poor.

I'm poor. So poor, I can't even call
Myself broke... more like shattered.
Jobs and routines do not stimulate happiness.
I am a corporate slave, whose only outlet
To the emotion of "happiness" is drugs;
Schedule I, II, and III narcotics.
Plus the booze.

I want to die. I want to kill myself, however,
I hate pain and don't own a gun.
Otherwise, I'd shoot myself in the fucking head
Without hesitation, even on one of my "good days."

Writing no longer feels therapeutic.
Too bad it's all I have.