not rad, just sad

crying, crying

always crying

the tears never seem to end


never speaking my mind

you ask me to open up to you

to let my thoughts be free

did you really think that i could bend just because?


trying to find a professional

i could use the help

my prescriptions are all filled

what was i diagnosed with again?

i am on the mend, for what?


i want you, but i want death just as much

i cannot choose between you two

that is not something that i could have ever intended to decide


feeling hopeless without you

you are my everything

hoping you will stay

for your own sake and not mine


i need to fix myself

with you

i need to love you endlessly

i have left my own mind

to try and stop this rendering of destruction

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