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My lungs don't want to breathe,

My heart doesn't want to beat.

My eyes don't care to see anymore,

Of all that is, my miserable defeat.

My ears no longer want to hear,

The cries from my aching throat.

My fingers are tired of typing,

These unread words I've wrote.

My mind is weary of thinking,

For it only reminds me of how I've failed.

My body is overtired and broken-

This sinking ship has long ago sailed.

My mouth is done with pleading,

For no one even ever hears my cries.

My will is beaten down now,

By so many untruths and lies.

My prayers just get lost in the wind,

Or sucked into the dark of night.

Myself, I've fought all that I can,

But I'm now giving up this fight.