I'm Done


I’m done
Tired
This dirty dizzy feeling is crushing my soul
Scrumptious, far from it
Delicious, as green moldy possum
Who needs a lobotomy
When the pain takes my mind anyways
The lining of my stomach aches with delirious pain
My hands burn with murderous fire
I’m sick and tired of the crap
or maybe I’m just...........
Tired
I’m Done

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