Sticking my finger down my throat,
I swallowed an entire bottle of them.
I realize life is worth living.
I don't want to fucking die.
I just need to vomit and I'll be better.
They've already been absorbed, I'm screwed.
I don't want to go to the hospital.
Where's my fucking phone? It's just three numbers.
I can feel my heart rate slowing down
Get excited, raise that blood pressure.
and my extremities are going numb.
They're just cold, rub them a lot.
Back to the wall, ass on the ground, unmoving.
Get up! Dance! Punch something! Anything!
The darkness takes me and I have one last thought:
I only thought I wanted to die, I swear.