Lick the bag as I'm starting to sink.
Can't tell others what I think.
Don't want to leave the house.
Don't want to think.
When I think I start to sink.
No one's coming to my birthday party,
No cake,
Just heart ache.
The empty bottles rattle
As I move the bin.
The sound of wise up.
But tbh I've just had enough.
It's not fun anymore.
It all becomes a blur.
Endless days with only
My own voice I hear.
As I drown in beer
Wondering how I got here?
Do the antidepressants work?
How can I let go?
When it's all I have,
The past and it's hurts.
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