Each day I live, the pain consumes
What little sanity I have bloomed,
Like walking in a cloud of fog
Falling down, sinking into smog.
Life just seems grim.
I think on a whim.
Interest lost in everything I do,
But what a life, who really knew?
Depressed to a fault, that's all I see.
Death just seems like the only way for me.
A waste of time I feel I am,
But that's its nature, a full mind-jam.
I try and try to ease the pain,
A fallen effort with no gain.
Thoughts begin to eat away,
Makes me want to end it today.
Uncomfortable around others for the way I feel.
I pray and wish this all wasn't real.
Life just seems more like a prison,
Caged, alone, an abomination risen.
No one could ever understand
Why I would want my death sooner than planned.
It's not something I want for me,
But to end my suffering this is what has to be.
So I write this all as I fall from grace.
Down to this place, some barren waste.
I know not how much longer I will last,
But all I can do is pray that this will just pass.
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