And yet again I have that feeling.
My hope.
Drifting away.
I know I could never be enough.
I know no one would really care.
I bet everyone is already sick of me.
Separating yourself because you know no one cares.
No one cares enough to keep me here
-to make me stay
-to change my mind.
Maybe this is the last time for once and for all.
I see no reason to stay.
Who would want me?
Who would really care if I were to 'disappear'?
I know this day would come.
Physical pain was no longer enough to relieve mental pain.
The only way to stop this mental fight is to take my life.
Take it in two hands and do one of the following:
- turn your life around. Improve it for the better. And never look back
-or to take your life.
No more pain.
No more suffering.
No more fighting a losing battle.
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Just a life in heaven.
A perfect world.
Family and friends I have lost-reunited.
Was too much to ask for?
I don't know why I tried.
But either way it won't matter anymore.
When I'm gone:
No one will miss me
No one will regret they didn't save me
No one will be sad
Because if they truly cared, they would have stopped me.
The end.
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Poems with a twist
PuisiWhen I get to my lowest I write these. Let's hope I never have to use them. (Or not) If you are a lucky enough to be part of this (you will know if this applies) , then congratulations, your existence has made a big enough effect on my life to be me...
