what good does it do to tell others that i want to die
does it stop the pain?
does it ease the blow?
no
i hold it close to my chest
as steady as my own heartbeat
the thoughts flow
through the veins of my very being
—
you do not belong to life
—
death has his grip on my soul
i can’t run,
i dont want to run
how do i continue when the beat of my breath is
to the rhythm of “i must die”
i dont have will to live
i see no future for myself
ill only pain those i let in
i dont know what i want
if i live i live in the torment of doubts
i cant keep friends
i cant love
for always within me is the doubt
i dont belong to life
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 6:20 PM UTC
what good does it do to tell others that i want to die
does it stop the pain?
does it ease the blow?
no
i hold it close to my chest
as steady as my own heartbeat
the thoughts flow
through the veins of my very being
—
you do not belong to life
—
death has his grip on my soul
i can’t run,
i dont want to run
how do i continue when the beat of my breath is
to the rhythm of “i must die”
i dont have will to live
i see no future for myself
ill only pain those i let in
i dont know what i want
if i live i live in the torment of doubts
i cant keep friends
i cant love
for always within me is the doubt
i dont belong to life
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