The Untold Poesy

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Ending

as i laid on my bed,
thoughts was endless inside my head;
i held a book and began to read
see nothing but all was black and red

what is this feeling?
am i slowly healing?
or am i just slowly dying?
my pulse was beating over fifty-fifty
is that really what we call, normality?

there are a lot of unsaid thoughts
1,2,3 i cannot count
the emptiness is unbearable as i fought
i was loss in the middle of war, i bent

pleading and hoping this is not the life i was meant to have
i fought a lot of struggles and wars in my life
yet i was meant to have and held this sinful knife
ready to end this life, silently praying he would take my life from above.

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