TWs. Mentions of OD and Suicide

I wish they finally took the time to see
The things that have formed inside of me
Those that block away my sun
That make me wish i had a gun

I wish they finally got me those meds
So thoughts would stop tearing my mind to shreds
So with people around me i could get close
So maybe i had the chance to overdose

I wish they talked, but didnt speak
For all i respond is merely a squeak
Why must words complicate the world
Why must i stay instead of going out cold

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