I’ll live through this
I can’t see through this
I can’t do this anymore
I don’t want to be here anymore. My sanctity is benefiting from the absence of trust. The pressure is building at the back of my mind.
Broken. Collapsing. Death encircled me.
The incidious thoughts are growing louder than before.
I’ve done my best. Lay me to rest. Just let me die.
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This is a pretty poem. It is a poem right? I like how the words ring together.
Oh and I’m really relieved you didn’t put a bullet in your head last night. Just thought I’d throw that out there.