It starts with a picture of you, saved on my phone, to remind myself that I loved you before. And it spirals from there to a vacant stare, all the buildings start toppling over my head. All the work I put in, just to wake up, trying so hard to be a human being. So I call out sick, lay in bed all day, the radio blaring a talk show. How did I end up here, lost and confused. I always end up back where I started. So I stack the cans in the recycling bin, slow down my brain, numb all these thoughts of all the last years, failing relationships I always end up back where I started. Keep starting over, over again, keep starting over without all my friends. Oh my fragile mental state, collapsing in my own head. I won’t take these pills, they’re only making it worse. Six months without an incident, and I’m back in the waiting room. Filling out a questionnaire on a scale of 1-10, how much do you think about suicide?
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