99 Shawna L.
I brought the knife,
a little deeper yesterday.
Like all of my sorrows,
again I pushed it away.
Who needs a friend?
When death calls your name.
Who needs life?
When everything will always be the same.
Today I thought about remodeling,
shaping my head a new hole.
Right between the eyes,
set free this troubled soul.
I�m looking for a savior,
or maybe just death.
I�m looking for some answers,
to try and get out of this.
Life�s just fucking me over,
with this small, everyday, bullshit.
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