Can I write anything good

Anymore?

I think not

Sheeple. /and wondering stars

My back hurts as does my knee

The at the wo ke works – yes I am depressed : why can’t I have antidepressants?

I’ll kill myself shortly

Jumping in front of a track don’t do it

I’ll try and sleep again

There is no point anymore

All

My drugs under tge bed – I want nothing and I fell from life – it’s time for the final exit