My sleeping body lies in an open unmarked grave,
I have fallen from the cliff's edge,
And landed at death's door.
I am sick with the plague called Life,
The days have all blurred into one.
I can't remember the last time I slept without being rudely interrupted.
I walk without knowing where I'm going,
Or even thinking on where to go.
My feet guide me through the sea of nothingness.
Life has depleted my energy,
It has taken away the person who I use to be
The fire burning behind my eyes has now died.
I lay here surrounded by the dead thinking of what could have been,
If I wasn't infected by this disease.
A killer plague called:
Life.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
