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340 · Dec 2018
RJ Dec 2018
Sometimes I feel like nothing is right
Like there isn’t really a reason to fight
When it gets real bad I think that I might
Live and breathe for my final night.

These demons I resist but I’m getting weak
Their strength still grows reaching its peak
I feel like it’s my death that they seek
Urging me of them never to speak

“Don’t tell them that, they won’t understand
What it’s like to be dealt this terrible hand
Drifting through life seeing everything bland
Fighting each moment this pain to withstand”

“Just give in, it’ll never go away
Even if it does it’ll come back some day
You’ve tried to win but never found a way
To ease the pain with your life you’ll pay”

These are the thoughts that drift around
In my head they continually pound
Forcing me to chamber the round
That ends it all with a deafening sound
249 · Dec 2018
RJ Dec 2018
It’s at my toes, it begins to rise
Ebbing and flowing, just like the tides
It’s coming in quick, and going out slow
How long I can stay here, I do not know
One thing I do know, I better be quick
At my ankles, it’s starting to lick
I look for an exit, but none can be found
I had some calm left, but now it’s unwound
If I don’t find an exit, soon I’ll be swimming
I’d rather not, be fish Thanksgiving
It’s up to my thighs, there’s no time to waste
I feel for anything, I’m searching with haste
It’s reached my neck, a feeling settles in
I start to accept, that I will not win
I take a deep breath, as it reaches the top
I feel as though, my lungs will pop
I reach my limit, and a breath I do draw
At the edges of my vision, darkness does gnaw
Then it’s all black, nothing to see
What has just, happened to me?

— The End —