Not. A. Thing.
Here it comes,checking out.
You don't care,
so I don't care.
I bet my little bottle of pills care,
at least about the pain they can not kill.
So I reach under my bed,
and I take a few.
And I put them under my pillow so i can hear them rattle,
reminding me there is hope in the darkness.
But its not enough,
I can't scrub away the death in your voice,
So I take a few more,
and a couple more to sooth the aching,
and one more handful because i like the feeling of nothingness
...
nothingness...
Nothing
Not a thing.
...
Help me?
please
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