And sometimes you don't.
Your friends will disappear,
Don't assume that they wont.
You can dye your hair,
And ink your skin.
You can start self abuse,
And become oddly thin.
And although all these projects,
Take away all the pain.
Close your eyes for a moment,
And it comes back again.
Build a cocoon out of blankets,
Then drown in your bed.
Sink a fistful of pills,
And get out of your head.
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