I was born dead, though my heart still beat,
Wandering a world with lifeless feet.
A heavy soul, weighed down by the strife,
Trapped in the cold, endless cycle of life.The days stretched long, the nights too still,
Every smile forced, every joy a drill.
Each sunrise felt like another curse,
Living each moment felt worse and worse.The weight of their stares, the words they’d throw,
Made me doubt everything I used to know.
No dreams to chase, no peace to find,
Just empty routines that dulled my mind.I was alive, but only in name,
A hollow shell, always the same.
No spark, no fire, no place to go,
Just the endless pain the world would show.But then came the thought of an eternal rest,
A sleep so deep, where I’d be my best.
No more worry, no more fear,
No more drowning in pain so near.I died alive, free at last,
All the hurt and sorrow passed.
In that darkness, I found my light,
A peaceful end, no need to fight.No more school, no work to dread,
No future looming over my head.
Just silence, stillness, and endless peace,
In death, I found my sweet release.For in this quiet, I am whole,
A freed spirit, a healed soul.
I died alive, and in that end,
I found the joy to just be again.So I was born dead, and lived in pain,
But in my death, I live again.
No chains to bind, no tears to cry,
In the peace of death, I learn to fly.
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I was born dead and died alive
Poetryit's about a person that is too tired of everything