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I had death on my mind before but this was different Depression wanted more My demons belligerent My mind on this endeavour Mixed logic in and its making more sense than ever There is absolutely nothing after death A thousand thoughts but one last breath. On life I no longer wish to cling But death ends everything Thought or feeling Or the process of healing You don't hear or speak lies You don't feel the pain behind cries You don't see it in their eyes You don't feel how time flies You don't know if towards your wellbeing or demise You don't have a mood You don't feel good You don't mind opinions skewed You don't care how you're viewed You don't feel bad You don't feel sad You don't feel the loss for what you had You don't feel love from your mom and dad You don't get to care for what you hold dear You don't get to be brave or cower in fear You don't get to wipe a happy or sad tear You don't get to chastise or cheer You don't get to choose, you just disappear You don't get a choice in the matter You don't get to worry about the after You don't get the need for a break, a breather You don't get regret for dying either...
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Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 9:25 AM UTC
Death...
I had death on my mind before but this was different Depression wanted more My demons belligerent My mind on this endeavour Mixed logic in and its making more sense than ever There is absolutely nothing after death A thousand thoughts but one last breath. On life I no longer wish to cling But death ends everything Thought or feeling Or the process of healing You don't hear or speak lies You don't feel the pain behind cries You don't see it in their eyes You don't feel how time flies You don't know if towards your wellbeing or demise You don't have a mood You don't feel good You don't mind opinions skewed You don't care how you're viewed You don't feel bad You don't feel sad You don't feel the loss for what you had You don't feel love from your mom and dad You don't get to care for what you hold dear You don't get to be brave or cower in fear You don't get to wipe a happy or sad tear You don't get to chastise or cheer You don't get to choose, you just disappear You don't get a choice in the matter You don't get to worry about the after You don't get the need for a break, a breather You don't get regret for dying either...
I've found myself able to put pen on paper only in darkness.
#depression#death#suicide#thoughts#sad#dark
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AVice
29/M/Romania
Nov 14, 2022
Nov 14, 2022 at 9:25 AM UTC
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