spotsmorning.i wake up, tears in my eyes;bad dreams can kill you.midmorning.i tell you my secrets.you tell me you care,but there's no compassion in your eyes;all i see are thoughts turning in your head.'she's crazy' you think; you're right.afternoon.i tell you the meds aren't working like they should,you tell me it takes time.i don't have time; i'm finished waiting, have been for awhile.i say goodbye, thanks for nothing, thanks for everything.early evening.there are no beautiful suicides.that's what you say at least.well, i'll fucking throw that theory out the window.i'll throw it out with myself.night.i say
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