Hell’s Room

It’s three A.M. and I’m listenin’ to Justina pray on the phone
She has to be up in three hours but tonight I just can’t be alone
Vodka has the room spinning and I swear someone’s in here with me
The voices in my head either want me dead or control of my body
I stare at my wrists and remember the razor I have in the closet
I’m thinkin’ life wouldn’t be this hard if I just lost it


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