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JUST ANOTHER DEATH
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Depression What’s wrong with me?
Why can’t I feel my feelings?
Am I alive or dead?
Do I even exist?
Why am I crying, if I feel indifferent?
Not happy, sad, angry, nothing,
Why do I feel like this?
How can I feel this, if I don’t feel at all?
How am I crying?
I feel nothing,
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there a reason why there are marks on my arms?
Bleeding wounds on my wrists,
Cut sections forming words on my arms,
Do the words HELP ME mean anything?
Can you help me?
All the things I've done,
Have I even done them?
My body feels cold,
I feel cold,
It’s the only thing I do feel,
Will it be my last feeling?
Would it be different, if I didn’t exist?
If I had never been born?
If I didn’t live here?
Sitting alone,
Crying,
Looking at the mess,
The crimson regrets pouring from me,
And I don’t regret one of them.
I don’t even regret taking me away,
Letting my life flow away,
I’ve given my all to you,
I ask for nothing back.
Crimson liquid pours from my veins,
Staining my clothes,
Floor,
Skin,
Life.
Take me on,
Give me your all,
Contemplating everything,
Answering nothing.
This is your fantasy,
To see me die,
This is not where I belong,
I gave everything away,
I want nothing back,
Not you,
Family,
And not life.
I’ve made your fantasy a reality,
You got what you wanted,
Put me where I belong,
In the cold ground,
In a cold coffin.
You know nothing,
Think you know my motives inside,
Your way off,
Things I’ve been through,
You couldn’t imagine,
This is not where I belong.
A cold night,
A cold knife,
A pool of cold liquid,
And a cold body,
All lying on a cold floor.
You took my friends away,
You took my family away,
You took my heart away,
You took my soul away,
And finally,
You took me away.
Bleeding,
Stillness,
Silence,
Coldness,
Colourless,
Gone.
