Force-feed me medicine until I choke
then ask me what it's like to be alive.
This self-inflicted poison is a joke
and laughter's the only thing giving me vive.
Drain out the test-tube of its every drop
ensuring that no life will go to waste.
Once I've started it I can never stop;
I can't get enough of its bitter taste.
But I know that my cure will be my death
and that more chance lies in letting time heal,
so is it better for me to force breath
or to let it all end for something real?
Out of either glass I will not drink
for I fear both could send me past the brink.
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