TW: suicide, existential angst, hopelessness, despair, depression, self-harm, mental illness, emotional pain.
(With trembling heart, I voice my fear, It feels as though you do not care. Enlighten me, my dearest one, Why is my time not yet done?
I question not to seem unkind, In choices made, I'm left confined. But why, oh why, do I remain, Caught in this endless web of pain?)
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why am I still here?
In the shadowed halls of time,
Where whispers echo, cold and clear.
My heart, a vessel void,
Where sorrow and despair reside,
In every beat, a hollow ache,
In every breath, a tear to hide.
Beneath the sky so vast and gray,
I wander lost, in endless fray,
A marionette of fate's cruel jest,
With strings that bind, and dreams repressed.
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why do I persist in fear?
In the silence of the night,
Where stars no longer burn so bright.
The dawn brings no reprieve,
Only more darkness to deceive,
A life where joy is but a ghost,
A fleeting specter, at the most.
In the mirror's cold reflection,
I see a soul in deep affliction,
An existence worn and weathered thin,
A weary shell, a fading grin.
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why am I still here?
In the labyrinth of my mind,
Where hope is something I can't find.
Each day a relentless tide,
Pulling me further from the light,
Drowning in the depths of thought,
In battles that I've never fought.
The sun sets on another day,
Another chance to slip away,
To leave this world of endless pain,
To end this slow, consuming rain.
Yet still, I wake to face the morn,
A spirit broken, bruised, and torn,
With every breath, a silent plea,
For solace, for serenity.
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why do I still shed a tear?
In a world so void of meaning,
Where every dream is swiftly fleeing.
Existence, a cruel, unyielding plight,
Where shadows dance in darkest night,
And in the silence of my cries,
A question lingers, never dies.
Is there a purpose to this strife,
This endless pain we call a life?
Or am I but a fleeting spark,
Destined to fade into the dark?
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why am I still here?
In a realm where love is rare,
And every breath a cross to bear.
In the depth of my despair,
Where anguish festers, unaware,
I seek a reason, just a sign,
A hint of purpose, some design.
Yet silence is my only friend,
In this journey with no end,
And as I tread this weary path,
I feel the weight of fate's cold wrath.
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why do I still fear?
In a life devoid of cheer,
Where every hope seems insincere.
Perhaps the answer lies within,
A place where dreams have never been,
In the quiet of my final thought,
In the release that I've long sought.
So here I stand on life's thin line,
A weary heart, a broken spine,
Enlighten me, my dear,
Why am I still here?
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