Death is so close to you,
you can reach out and touch him.
He begs you to join him,
by sending his friends along first:
Depression and Self-Loath.
They torture you,
they dangle your life over a fire,
until you just give up.
Until your not strong enough to fight anymore,
until you start to believe all their lies and you realize that,
maybe Death isn't such a bad guy.
Death is just your friend.
-Written 11/05/12-
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Poetry.
PoetryPoem all written by Paintingtheworldgray, they are older and some are newer. Don't read unless you like depressing poetry. The cover is not real blood, I made it with Fruit Punch Kool-Aid, so no worries yeah?
