Rosy

Making my bed tonight,

I think of letting it all go;

If I wake up tomorrow without my soul,

If I pray to God to give me peace,

If I tell myself that it’s okay to not be okay,

If I lie in the middle of the ocean and drown,

If I cut my wrists open and paint with my blood,

Would you still tell me that you love me?

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