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a half-hearted suicide attempt

the music is too loud
it’s drowning out my thoughts
i can’t think
i can’t think
i can’t think
i can’t think

i feel sick
my head hurts
i want to sleep
the music is too loud

my stomach hurts
my head is bloated
perhaps if i
shoot myself in the face
the pressure will be released
and my head will pop
like a pimple
on the face
of the earth

i can’t see
i can’t form
a coherent thought
the wine and
acetaminophen
form a terrible
relationship
in my liver

what was once a
glass half full
is now
overflowing

bottle trying to fit
inside a shotglass

i cannot handle this
the world is repeating itself
the world is repeating itself
the world is repeating itself
the world is repeating itself
over and over
the world is repeating itself
again

perhaps if i call her
over and over
perhaps if i call her
again
she will answer

the world is repeating itself

i don’t know what to say
my tongue
doesn’t cooperate with
my mind
doesn’t cooperate with
my body
doesn’t cooperate with
my tongue
doesn’t cooperate with
doesn’t cooperate

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