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Mar 2018
Its like being in a box
A cube made of glass
looking out at the world and thinking
how could i possible last?
I wanted to die in that moment
Returning to nothing instead
Being replaced isn't quite so pleasantΒ Β 
I would be better off dead
I wanted to leave this world
I've tried once to escape
But that didn't end too well
I was like a child screaming out ****
Death seemed so nice
So silent and precise
This whole thing could be over
With just a single slice
My mind filled with them
The friends i held so dear
I was there everyday with them
and my heart filled with fear
I stopped them from doing this
Listening to their woes
But now that i've lost my mind
not a single one shows
Not once did they realise
Not once did they know
Because clearly if they were true friends
then surely they would impose
A hug, a hand or even a word of goodbye
They just up and left, taking off to the sky
My love, My world, I gave everything they asked
But simply where that got me was just being outcasted
Who am I?
What am I?
Simply what do you want?
I know I'm not the brightest but I just merely care a lot
I'm done
It's over
That is what i thought
I'll see you at my funeral then lets see who's distraught
Nyx
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Nyx  23/F/Shadows of the Opera
(23/F/Shadows of the Opera)   
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