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This coldness that I feel

Is so overwhelming

Frozen to the bone

Why am I so alone

Does not a soul care

How can I feel so much despair

Its as if my feelings were air

I brush them to the side

To let the pain subside

Would it matter if I died

What is the point of living

If there is nothing out there worth giving

and saving myself is just not worth it

What if I died tomorrow,

Would anyone care

Would dying get anyones attention

Would anyone care then

I am just a being

Merely existing in a cruel world

and day after day gets harder

I am tired of living this lie

When truthfully I want to die