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Bitter life

The smell of alcohol that makes me cry

The hangover still hasn't gone away

My vomit is everywhere

I haven't slept for days

My eyes still red

God, where are you?

Come and end this shitty life

There is no more Lexapro left

I feel weak

I just put the gun in my mouth

and I shoot

and I shoot

spilled wine

and my blood

on the mattress

Shit, doesn't anyone notice?

The smell of cigarettes continues in my jacket

A nauseating smell

that makes me cry

There is nothing left to fight

I'm drowning in my own misery

The bandage on my arms is soaked

Not even the bitterest liquor can cure my pain

Nobody notices

Nobody gives a shit

I haven't stopped vomiting

on my bed

There is the farewell letter

Which I left halfway

Anyway

I doubt anyone will notice.

The medicine is expensive

And still, it doesn't help me shit

Screw you Triazolam

There is no more Lexapro left

I feel tired

I just put the gun in my mouth

and I shoot

and I'm leaving

spilled wine

and my blood

on the mattress

In the mailbox I wrote "Fuck you"