It first starts as a small cut, Or missing one meal. And who would notice? But then you find yourself tumbling, Tumbling down a rabbit hole with no way to stop, People ask you to 'quit it' but what do they know? It's not that easy. It's never been easy. Suddenly death seems like the easiest solution, But is it? Leaving one hell for another? Then it's all about whether you have the guts. The guts to end your life. But how? Slit wrists? Hanging? Overdose? Jump? Car? So many ways to take a life And fewer ways to save one.
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