Rape, murder, suicide
These thoughts are constantly with me
Of course, this is not mentally healthy
There is no doubt that by present standards
I am mentally ill, a hopeless sociopath
These thoughts are constantly with me
Of course, this is not mentally healthy
There is no doubt that by present standards
I am mentally ill, a hopeless sociopath
My reason tells me
That I have nothing to live for
Intellectually, sexually
Occupationally, socially
Everywhere a dead end
The pain now outweighs the pleasure
And every day adds weight
To the logic of self-destruction
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