Trolleys rolling,
Kettles boiling,
Phone scrolling,
Nurses scolding.
Head pains,
Blood stains,
Muddled brains,
PAL complaints.
A Bell rings,
A Bet wins,
A needle stings,
No phone rings.
Hot showers,
Doctor power,
Visiting hours,
R lonley hours.
Here once more,
F6 upper floor,
Locked med drawer,
My bodies poor.
Never ends,
Mind bends,
Thoughts 2 pen,
I'm back again.
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I cut myself to play,
The red it seeps my shirt.
I stabbed a man like Cain,
Buried the corpse in dirt.
My friends left in a day,
Were threats I couldn't avert.
So I dug my veins away,
But nothing dulled my hurt.
So I killed myself today,
Just to see if it would work.
I blew my brains away,
Perview my bloody herse.
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Ultrasound,
Vein found.
Scanner needed,
Nurses pleaded.
Veins very deep,
Chose 2 keep.
Arteries everywhere,
So dig with care.
Sharp scratch,
Nice catch.
Red flows in,
From a vertical pin.
2nd hand dartboard,
Diggers I ignored.
Happy nurses,
I hardly noticed.
Alone again, with blood sweat stains,
That drug inside, makes me happy to abide.
I'm swimming in debt, def a bad bet,
Deep red vein pool, drunk as a fool.
Rolling in sweat, cluck aint over yet,
I want to be free, n happy to be me.
Smiling with lies, dry tears in my eyes,
Feeling the pain, I'm in that dark hole again.
People are around, I can hear their sounds,
But they're happy to be, happy without me.
I lie in my bed, sometimes wish I was dead,
But time it would take, this life is a fake.
So I fake that smile, it comes easy in a while,
Time spend lying, but inside I'm crying.
Coz lonely as I am, friends don't come in a can,
I got nowhere to be, nothing interesting to see.
I'm lying alone, no ring from my phone,
I wish I was I was fun, I wish for some sun.
I want happy to be, with good friends around me,
But lonely I am, and alone I stand.
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Thick red blood,
running down my leg.
The shower looks like an abattoir,
Scalpel in hand,
The abscess erupts like a volcano,
Sending it's red hot blood lava,
shooting against the walls.
Why can I stick my finger,
into the hole so deep?
No nerves exist anymore,
My body is 100% scar tissue.
Blood clots,
Siding down the drain.
Pushing either side,
Squeezing every bit out.
Finally the bleeding stops,
Cleaned and sanitized.
Bandage and antiseptic.
I just wish I had enough blood,
To keep me warm.
I am a frozen man,
don't dare shake my hand.
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