Mentally ill Beginnin' of writin' the 11th of May The end of the writin' of the 12th of May
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Everyone says, “What are you doing? What, are you sick?" And I tell them "yes". All the walls In my house are Broken in the trash, Everything here's killed in shit, Is it 'cause I'm fuckin' sick? Hahaha... Hahaha... I've been sick for a week... Now... I'mma speak... Like fucking Russian. In a dream, I see mentions, I wanted to drink a potion, With fucking vodka, This alcohol kills my mind, He kills my mind from the inside... I do not know... Is that right? This is my view, These hallucinations make me paranoid, I'll soon fall into the void, I will have vomiting soon, I don't see what is around me, Is it a bottle of wine? I don't understand, why ghosts are here? Or am I a schizophrenic? I've been sick for a week... Maybe, I need to drink antibiotics, I just feel nauseous, Fucking pants are all torn, I need to turn off Animal mod, I'm just standing... In my room Every night I wait when I feel better, At my address there are many haters, It’s as if the gears are spinning in my head, I don't read prayers, I don't wanna count how many tears I have already shed, My eyes are always red, I don't wanna get... I don't wanna be mad, I don't want to create anything, I don't want to receive other things, I only take beer.. Hahaha... What that fuck? This luck spits right in my face, Why? After all, we got along so well... I thought it would last forever, But now we never get along, She always looks after my affairs, And never helps, Sometimes even makes me traps, Now she's only a corpse for me, I don't know what will happen next with me, Maybe I will die? Idk... Only fate knows what will happen next with me... "I'm mentally ill," "Nobody knows... What I feel," "These hallucinations drive me crazy," "My wrists are already frozen.." "My brain isn't dying?"
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