I have no more tears to cry
My lips are too dry
I'm sick of asking myself why
My body is suffering from a drought
I don't think there's any way out
I want to die and that's no doubt
I don't have the motivation anymore
I'm done fighting this war
There's nothing left for me to stand for
And God knows I'm not dead but I feel it coming now
Death is something I will allow
But the question is how
Please depression play your role
Make a disease of my soul
That's my ultimate goal
May heaven greet me with a loving heart
Earth has decided to let me depart
And eternity with God is my new start
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoesieBehind every poem is a story too afraid to be told bluntly. . . . I intend to write to make you feel.
