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Lying on my bed,
In the dead of night,
Faced with my own mortality...
Should I do it,
Should I end it,
The nightmarish world that I wake up to,
Trying to fall asleep to escape from,
But the problem is that I always wake up,
Sooner or later
I come back to reality.
Its hell on Earth,
Walking in my shoes,
Thats how I felt,
Soulless
Incomplete
Alone
DEAD.
There was nothing for me anymore,
What's the point?
I made my choice,
They didnt need me anymore.
Would they mourn my death,
Cry at my funeral?
Who would even show up?
How fast would they move on?
How quickly would they forget?
When I'm gone,
What would they do?
I wanted to find out,
I wanted know.
But what if,
They did mourn me?
What if they were sad,
And they cried?
I'd be gone,
Never coming back.
In the darkness of my room,
In the darkness of my mind,
I battled with it,
LIFE AND DEATH.
I didnt want to go,
I wasnt ready to leave,
But it felt like too much,
The weight was too heavy,
I had no one top help me carry it,
No one to lift me and hold me up.
Weak
Pathetic
Hurt
Fragile
Broken
Scared...
I prayed to GOD,
But I heard no answer,
No response,
No comfort
Not for me,
Not for this lost soul,
They all wanted me to go,
They wanted me gone,
They wouldnt miss,
When I was gone.
I bid farewell
To this bitch of a life,
Ready to go,
Ready to leave,
Ready to give up.
There was no turning back now,
I'll never come back
Goodbye cruel world,
You were never very nice.