What is the meaning of mere life?
It is ignorant to ignore this pain and sorrow
I had enough of this cruel world, where is a knife?
Today’s issues are on my mind, I am dreading tomorrow
Another day, another night of suffering and pain
I injure my darkest thoughts, emotions that I wish to die
Just surviving throughout darkness, there is nothing to gain
Faithfulness and belief in god are a one huge lie
I don’t want tomorrow’s agony to slowly come
In this pure suffering and pain, I’m willing to not exist
I want to be dead, on the pathetic earth that I come from
I want to just slit my wrists
A knife in my hand, dark emotions are in my head
I don’t care, my soul is shattered and broken
I will take my life, to be content being dead
Being deceased is what I have chosen
- Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2024 03:50
- Category: Unclassified
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