I no longer find joy in writing about heartbreaks
I no longer find joy in counting how many steps I take
I no longer find joy in watching movies
I no longer find joy in being around people
I no longer find joy in music
I no longer find joy in the simple things
I no longer find joy in me
But
I have found joy in suicide
The thought of death pleases me
I do not wish to exist
I have been thinking of how red my blood is
I wonder how long it takes to die
I think of my funeral and how grand it would be
I no longer have hobbies
I no longer recognize me
I no longer wish for life
I truly and simply no longer find joy in life
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Poetry For The Broken
Poetrycollection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder
