I hate being awake,

and damn, death’s like sleep.

My life got me spinning

This moment got me nauseous,

this morning had me wishing i was dead.

My eyes aching

Struggling to write

Am I just unwittingly happy, or accepting death.

self-hating Voices in my head, don’t answer that,

And you all fully well know why.

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