Death is my fantasy.
Suicide is my daydream.
Most look for the light at the end of the tunnel.
I look for the dark,
For the end.
In a dark quiet place,
I close my eyes,
Hold my breath.
For a second,
I feel nothing.
I feel peace.
Isn't that what peace is?
The absence of struggle.
And what is life?
But struggle after struggle.
Peace is my fantasy.
Peace is my daydream.
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Peaceful Darkness
PoezjaCollection of depressing poetry This is my story. My life laid out for you. Take from it what you will. This story is CONTINUED in "When The Sun Rises You May Ne Burned "
