Round with the idea



I feel like I'm losing control of myself.
I apologize if all that I sound like is
I'm complaining, but life keeps on complicating.
And I'm debating on leaving this world.
I'm grievin', I try and hide it, when inside, I'm dying,
I am finally realizing I need help.
Can't do it by myself, 2 weak,I've been having ups and downs,
Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying,
'Round with the idea, of ending the shit right here.

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