Shall I consume a quart of bleach? Corrode my inside, 'til

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Shall I consume a quart of bleach?
Corrode my inside, 'til I screech
Or maybe rig up a helium mask?
Drift off to sleep, forever at last
Maybe I'll pop some sleeping pills
Mixed with booze; I've heard it kills
I haven't decided which fate I'll choose
But will surely live-stream it for you's

Maybe I'll slice my jugular vein
Severing the blood-flow to my drug-drenched brain
In the end, I'll feel no pain
See I've nothing to lose, and everything to gain
By ending this life of relentless strife
I've been 15-times under-the-knife

As soon as I get, some time to myself
I may asphixiate with a waist-belt
Consider these my final utterings
Until they find me, stone-cold, stuttering
With foam at the mouth
And blood at my side
Maybe in death, I'll have somewhere to hide

Maybe I'll jump from a fuckin' sky-scraper
And hit the ground like a sack of paper
Maybe first, find a hooker and rape her
For shits-and-giggles, for one last caper

Maybe I'll drown in a nearby lake
Sleep with the fishes, for fuckin' Christ's sake
There's only so much I can take
I've reached my limits, yet Anons forsake me

I've tried to reach out, to avert this fate
But all I seem to do is just complicate
This web of lies which I create
That slowly engulfs me, obliterates...