You bound all of my problems in a label,

You tell me to Get Over It, I'm just not able,

"Take the anti-depressants and it'll be fine!"

My death-warrant is the only thing I'll sign,

You can't force me,

You can't heal me,

I'm just another suicide to you,

Those tendencies reflect in whatever I do,

Please just kill me, gun or knife,

This is my death, this is a lie, not a life.

The End

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