Must I live anymore?
I hate this pain, so great it is.
Why can’t it end like I want it to?
Death just take me away,
Away from this torture I feel every day.
I never find peace or joy,
Just depression.
Depression so dark, so great.
I can’t get out of my pit.
I don’t know if I ever will.
Death seems like my best friend.
It is the only way to take away everything.
Everything I want it to take away.
But I can’t find a way to die.
I see buildings and thing, “I could jump off that.”
Lord, take me away, I want peace nothing more.
I want freedom, but no life, for life is torture.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
شِعرThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
