Death is such a peaceful thing
No worries are needed
You'll know when you start to feel weak
You fade away
Into a endless sleep
Dreaming away
But not of sheep
But your life is over
You cannot speak
In my veins
To my brain
I am dead
I didn't want to end things this way
Blood is red
Will you look at the bloody tissues the same
I am the only one to blame
I could've became something great
All I can take
Before I officially break
Has occurred
Nothing goes as planned love
Everything will break
People say goodbye
In there own special ways
This is mine
Goodbye.. ❤️
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PoetryThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me