every night I come home weeping

It feels as if death is creaping 

up in all of my thoughts

shattering my dreams like broken pots

everyday I think of dying

because it seems everyone is lying

to me, my feelings, my thoughts, my heart

life is not longer a delicious, sweet tart

life is a killer, murderer, and thief

the only thing it brings me is grief

I want to leave without a noise

leaving behind all of my toys

leaving behind all of my friends

while saying my last amends

my last wish is to die

and to bid my loved ones goodbye

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