Suicide Hotline

Now im sober

i feel this whole world turning over

everything with my mind simply dosent feel right

I polished off the bottle we had

just so i can sleep through the night

i'll be alright.

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a haunted man must suffer on his own

in the end its just us and our box

with mourned corpses left to rot

/brāv/ ready to face and endure danger or pain; showing courage.

kicking the chair takes courage

with this not so happy mind of mine

and when my blood is full of alcohol

i tend to feel fine

but when night comes and i lie here restlessly

I wonder if i'll move out

its difficult to sleep when all my blood has left my feet

only to warm my slow heartbeat

i cant help but to wish i was beside you

because you're all i need

tonight i wont fall asleep to your beautiful voice

im eating away at my brain

im half dead, half alive

and i wish i could survive