I woke up in the morning
Feeling kind of blue
I put on dirty clothing
And found one more shoe.
A started cleaning up,
The mess we left last night,
I took garbage bag in
Hopes I’m not alive.
I walked up to the mirror,
To clean my self for work,
But no reflection there
And I am loosing hope!
And I began to panic
What’s happening to me?
But no one gave the answer
No one can hear me.
I dashed from street to street,
And tried to ask some questions,
But people walked by me
And no one bothered helping.
The day I died is here
But why did it happen now?
I only did one doze of,
One doze of pot for now.
THE DAY I DIED...
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