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Mar 2018
I am a hostage in this life.
A punching bag for most.....
Money for some.
A lost soul.... a worthless and ***** ***
I am never respected or treated nicely
Unless something is wanted from me.
Minutes burn life acid
Weeks **** like a knife.
I screamed for those "hired" to help..
even they took a swing at me... and enjoyed a free
use of the punching bag.
Some say it is being weak or sick to want to end myself
and forever end the suffering of this life..
Hopeless, scared, and trapped...
It is the only way for me.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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