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Life Sucks.
End Of Story.
Death looks good.
No matter how gory.
I want to die.
End it all.
Perhaps jump.
A 50 Foot fall.
I only cause pain.
What's the reason?
I betray my loved.
I commit treason.
Why do I live?
Why do I go on.
I continue in pain.
Till my mind is gone.
Perhaps it left,
Long, long ago.
Or perhaps my mind
Has become my own foe.
I don't understand.
What am I to do?
Is there any way,
I can plow through
This dark grey fog
That's invaded my mind
And killed my side that's nice.
The side that's kind.
Why do I care?!
Why does it matter?!
When we die,
We all just scatter!
The end's the end!
And that is that!
And we all know,
We'll all come up flat,
Far from impacting,
Or serving a cause.
From being remembered,
From earning applause.
Why does my life,
One of the all,
Matter to anyone.
Just what is my call.
I just don't know,
And hell, life aint grand.
So I'll just sit in the corner,
With that knife in my hand.
Pressed to my throat,
Considering the choice,
Prerpared at a moment,
To silence my voice.
I am not ready,
To die or to kill,
But it's just what happens,
To those who lose will.
The will to continue.
That's what we require.
And without it,
We shall just expire.
My will is gone,
Or at least it's fading,
And my heart's cry,
I hear it waning.
I want to die.
It's my only choice.
So I am willing.
To silence my voice.
Note: I am to much of a damn coward to actually commit suicide, but this is truly how I feel.
 PsykoMutt · Tue Jul 10, 2007 @ 08:06am · 1 Comments |
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