Why?

by Chelsea   Jan 28, 2013


What's the point in living if we're all going to die?
Why should we even bother, why should we even try?
One pill after the other, I swallow them down.
There's no one to help me in this God forsaken town.
My eyes become misty and my vision becomes blurred,
My head starts spinning and my words become slurred.
Not long now.

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