Everyday is a battle
My body fights to stay alive
My mind fights to stay clear
When I have hope
I see a door to escape
Although that next room
Has no floor, but only a rope
My life flashes trough my eyes
It really wasn't worth it
Having my soul fragmented
Killed my inside
Having to choose between happy or sad
I'm tired of this
Why can't i be happy like the others
And see the best of me
All I see is waste
A born mistake
I can't wait to dig my grave
And with that make everyone's life better
Rope on the neck
Black paint to a last good bye
Body suspended
And this is how you free a life.
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Fall
PoetrySometimes our thoughts haunt us, we try to fight it but we nothing but a whisper in the dark. And there is another way to free that pressure...
