What if I told you
I wanted to die?
That I'm tired of living,
of being alive?
What if I said
it gets worse at night?
The thoughts get louder
and nothing is right.
What if I lied
and said everything was alright?
No I'm not crying,
I swear I'm alright.
What if I died?
I doubt you'd even cry.
Would you even care
If I took my own life?
YOU ARE READING
Dead...
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