I’ve pleaded for death
For my life to be done
I’ve called for the reaper
But he hasn’t come
I’m afraid to die
I’m scared it will hurt
But life hurts so much
It can’t be much worse
Then it will be over
The pain and the stress
The longing and sadness
And deep loneliness
I wish that my parents
Hadn’t had me
That I’d never been born
And that I wasn’t me
I’m tired of trying
And giving my all
Of doing my best
Only to fall
I’m tired of loving
With my heart on my sleeve
Of being reminded
That everyone leaves
I don’t want to die
But I’m sick of life
It’s a double-edged blade
On a big scary knife
Both choices ****
Either way I lose
Nothing is easy
Whichever I choose
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC
I’ve pleaded for death
For my life to be done
I’ve called for the reaper
But he hasn’t come
I’m afraid to die
I’m scared it will hurt
But life hurts so much
It can’t be much worse
Then it will be over
The pain and the stress
The longing and sadness
And deep loneliness
I wish that my parents
Hadn’t had me
That I’d never been born
And that I wasn’t me
I’m tired of trying
And giving my all
Of doing my best
Only to fall
I’m tired of loving
With my heart on my sleeve
Of being reminded
That everyone leaves
I don’t want to die
But I’m sick of life
It’s a double-edged blade
On a big scary knife
Both choices ****
Either way I lose
Nothing is easy
Whichever I choose
5/28/13
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