There's comfort in these words.
I'm hardly listening.
Sleep hides in a pill.
Winter kills all smiles.
White walls all around me.
It's been three months now.
I'm shaking.
I grab a pen.
I'm afraid to write.
I'm sinking.
Buy me a drink.
I'll be your friend.
A therapy for my head.
I'm hardly breathing.
How many times can you die?
A grey cloud without rain
Won't wash the pain away.
Those thoughts stole my dreams.
I'm waiting.
I'm tired.
The feeling is killing.

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