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I took all those pills to end the pain,
cut myself to end my own life.
To all of the men I fell in love with,
those were all for nothing.

My stomach survived days without food,
how did I ever manage that?
For 2 long years of my life,
I went through them with little sleep.

There’s no day that Mr. G doesn’t see me.
How many tears have I wasted,
time and time after feeling a spark of hope?
Pills were always there to stop the migraines.

My mind is trapped with suicidal thoughts.
Blood and tears cover me in my imaginations.
When was the last time that I was happy?
I’ll never know when my real goodbye will come.

Cold days and nights have made me numb.
Yet, I continue to feel my heart bleeding,
my stomach tying up into a tight knot.
Is this a dream or reality?

I have walked away from all the memories,
forgetting what I’ve been through with pills.
The pain will always be there though,
as there will be no return…