How did it come to this?
I thought that before I died
I might deal with that childhood trauma.
Maybe get happy.
Who knew that touching it was going to be like
Getting scalding water thrown across
My poor innocent psyche. So much pain.
Went from kind of messed up to suicidal, BAM!
Today at Walgreens getting my increased dose
Of Welbutrin on the third try, don't ask,
I'm waiting and looking at the bandages and thinking
Oh, butterflys and wound closure strips
Might come in handy if I cut a little deeper than
I have been. Cut a little deeper than I have been.
What? I don't want to be someone who thinks like that.
Walking home down Larkin I cried and cried on the public street.
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