Hey old friend depression

It's been a while

Like forty five seconds flat since the last

Thought with suicidal conclusions?

Sorry but i was busy with anxiety...

You two are quite the handful

And something's gonna go wrong

Again if you can't get along

And then i'll hate myself some more

And cry out

In anger and in shame

Or hit the same old bottle

Thinking that i've won the game

'Til i gather meds, full throttle

Spend the night writhing in pain

That's right

Kick the bucket just enough

To pass out, but not sustain

Too much permanent organ damage

'Cause i don't wanna die

Although my 'friends'

May argue otherwise

And half the bloody time

I'm tempted to let the slip-slope slide

Because i'm sick of feeling sick

And tired of feeling tired

I feel like a loaded gun

But i've chewed my fingers down

To the bone so i can't fire...

My metaphorical bullets

To end this pointless misery

So i'll spew a wall of text

Induced by withdrawal and self pity

And undo it the next day:

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