She never loved me. But God, I loved her more than anything. I loved her more than life. She was the only thing in this stagnant world that gave me a single shred of real happiness. But she’s gone. And she’s been gone for quite a while.
Suicide has always been a friend of me. It’s always been next to me, sometimes out of sight but never out of mind..
I don’t think I want to live anymore.
Midnight found me once again
Thumbing back through time,
Tending wounds I thought were scars
And crying out in rhyme.
I saw my trembling hands again
Hold instant felicity;
Nearly tumble into bliss,
Trade life for sweet simplicity.
Where would that barter have found me,
Had I felt that edge’s sting?
A joyous heaven? Serenity?
Or seventh circle, second ring..?
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