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Apr 2019
I don't want to get out of bed,
I have no reason at all;
I'd rather lay here, all day long,
basking within these four walls.
~
Nothing seems to interest me,
I'm much too sad to enjoy;
And everything I use to love,
I now can't find any joy.
~
Everything seems quite useless,
a darkness wells up in me;
I can not find a glimpse of hope,
"Oh please everyone, let me be!"
~
But they harp upon my sadness,
I'm ready to just give up;
What is the point of living,
when I've taken far too much?
Written by
Poetress2  59/F/IL
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