Somehow
Sitting on the floor
Pulling my hair
Surrounded by thousands of people
That are not really there.
I feel the bugs on my skin
The thoughts tell me to hang myself
I ask "When"?
Loud noises from the hollow
All in my head
Throwing up the pills I did not swallow.
Where are you now?
I'm going crazy
I'm going to kill myself... Somehow
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