Helplessness

A line is drawn
Which you cannot cross
With a lack of a threat
To you own existence
Truth be told it is your own mind
And Thoughts
And Emotions
That kill you daily
Or drive you to finishing the job yourself
So you take your pills
And go to your sessions
Only to be frustrated
That you're not like them
All those fuckers who aren't like you
That don't feel this way
That aren't losing control and fighting to keep it
That aren't holding a loaded gun to their temple
Every
Fucking
Day
Because that loaded gun is yourself
And you can't lower it
Because you're sick
And there's not a fucking thing you can do about it
Welcome to my world
You unregrettable bastard.

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