Morbid Shit

Racing to get away but every turn you take seems to be a dead end.
Constantly wondering what you did
and could you have been a better friend.

Cries for help go unanswered makes you think you were never loved at all.
Whatever their reasons may have been they were secretly waiting on your downfall.

As you lay sprawled out on the floor
Empty pill bottle laying in your hand.
All your worries exited your body
No longer worried about why they just couldn’t understand..


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