Swallow the pills whole.
Lonely, Cold on the floor.
Swimming stoic, cant take any more.
My mind erupts; dead.
Wrists painted red.
Shallow thoughts fill my head.
A slow feeling of dread.
Want to stop but; cant.
Chilled to the bone.
Want to go back home.
No one even knows.
Numbing feeling; stop.
Noises in the background.
Now, cant hear a sound.
Am I found?
Too late. Cant;
breathe
Birth sign: Cancer
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