I know it's hard for you
It always had been
The anxiety in your body
The pain in your heart
They destroyed a living art
The darkness in your mind
That tints your life black
You beared every bad thing
And you did a good job.
Nevertheless, your heart beats
And you continued living
Even if you are also dying
Walls, thick and high, were made,
Your heart, as empty as vacuum,
They must've think you're okay
But I said your not
Yet they didn't believe.
And here you are,
Laying on your bed
Straight, with heavy breathing
Wishing yourself dead
But I'm afraid you're not
You're still alive
But wishing you could end
End your life, end everything
The cuts on your arm,
The rope you hid under your bed
The gun on your dad's room
They can end you
But please don't
This elegy is for you
Because you believe you're dead
But I wish you still can live
Live a life- a happy, comfy one.
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THE CHANTS OF OBLIVION: Poems and Flashes
ПоэзияA collection of all phases of life directed away from the light.
