Sunday, 7 August 2011

Lies

You tell yourself,
It is not that's bad.
Others are feeling worse,
Right now as I speak.

But all I can think about is death,
I just can't deal with it anymore.
I am tired of it all,
It is not worth it.

But it keeps piling on,
On and on and on.
All I can think about is where I went wrong,
I went wrong with breathing.

There is nothing left in this world for me,
Anything that had meaning is gone.
I have no compelling reason to be here,
Death is preferable.

I just don't care anymore.

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