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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Other · #1537981
A dark time in my life
I'm so tired of being inept
Or being unable to be me
Of being unable to adapt
Unable to accept the past
Tired of wishing every moment would be my last


I am so sick of feeling down
Of feeling as a whole
I want to be numb or not at all
I wish death upon me
I wish my card would be called


I do not have an excuse
Everything is my fault
Its all no use
I'm ready to close the vault
And throw away the key

Is there is a way to die
To secede from this life
From who I am
If there is can I take it
I will do whatever I have to do


But there is no use
There is no way to change
There is nothing that I care about anymore
There is no more meaning to purpose
Nor more purpose to a meaning


Why do I feel like this
Why do I want to do this
Why do I long for the end
I am worthless
I am without worth


There are few people who would mind
If I didn’t wake up tomorrow
If I didn’t see the new sun
But I am not one of them
For to long it has felt like I am the one killing them


For too long I have been the burden
For too long I have known I am a poor investment
I do not have an excuse
It’s all my fault for everything bad in my life
its time to say goodbye.
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