Inhale, exhale, relax and avoid relapse.
One goal: to get better, to smile sweeter.
If you pretend like no one's listening,
It's normally true until the day you are missing.
Then they'll swarm you with love,
swearing to be there till the day you give them a shove.
But I don't want to be missed.
Furthermore, I don't want to be kissed.
A list, you made a list of all the things
you'd never share, claimed to be contributors to the rings
carved deeply under both eyes.
I say no better caffeine than a hard line of lies.
Or a hard line of further deceit,
that line of red odoured with rust.
Which one was it? Nevermind finally
seeing him in the light, seeing he looks so grimey.
He was worse than the man in your nightmares,
worse than you ever conjured, but who cares.
Slap another lawful paper down,
maybe this prescription will make you cease to frown.
They beg you to talk, scream, or cry.
Anything is progress but another lie.
You're wasting everyone's time
And that, my dear, is the ultimate crime.
For yours is running out.
Every second creeping closer to your fallout
But you're unphased by all of this,
so you sink only deeper into your personal abyss.
Now no one bother to listen to your drifting sigh.
You're officially out of options, goodbye.
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