Too Much

by Thea   Mar 24, 2005


It’s boiling to the top
I can no longer cope
These feelings just won’t stop
Should I take this rope

My secrets so revealed
Yet a few will remain true
My arms no longer healed
Just tell me what to do

I can’t look after myself
And I’m failing caring for you
My unbalanced mental health
Is a large problem too

So with all this eternal sh!t
I have decided that I will die
I’ve reached the bottom pits
And in them I shall lie

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