Down,
Down,
Down, I go.
There is no light,
There is no hope,
From this Tartarus exploding in my chest,
There is no escape, there is no rest,
I run so fast, in desperation I try,
But there is no release from something inside,
Falling,
Falling,
Falling like in my nightmares.
Except this time it's real,
I feel the weight of despair,
No matter how far you fall you cannot die,
The choice is yours, so nearby,
One pull of a trigger, one slice of a blade,
All your pain will drain away,
Scream,
Cry,
Bleed,
That's all you can do,
Live or die the choice is up to you.
Die.
I want to die.
Die,
Please,
Die. No.
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Cut To Live - A Poem Anthology
PoetryI see a man, Who walks alone, A gun to his head, And no one to know...
