white room, bleached with sympathy
maybe a touch of empathy if you stare closer
od'ied my dear?
couldnt quite slash an atery
so pills looked alot less painful
..and bloody
eyes shut tighter then a prison gate
i guess your in your own cell now
nobody knows if you want to get out
well everytime you pass me by
in my mind
this voice in my head will be
..hey remember that time you od'ied?
well more needles
some doctor, eyes glazed with nothing
i guess your nothing special
nurses work like clockwork
maybe pass a fake smile
and a brush of the hand
asking themselves why?
well they'd never understand
red skin, pink cheeks
laying still for one hundred weeks
chapped lips and faded scars
IV poisons running up your arms
well its all about you now, precious
i wish you slashed that atery
then this would of ended for me
your not alive
not on the inside
..anyway
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