Were I not so frightened of the
uncertainty of death,
I would go and find it gladly;
I'd never miss a breath.
I say responsibilities
still hold me here as well;
but does my family need me?
I truly cannot tell.
I feel I am but a burden
to family and friends.
I find no joy in this, my life..
So what if it should end?
I'm so tired of going without;
sick of pain and trouble;
tired of seeing money dwindle
while debts and needs double.
The world around me has gone mad.
Its greed and strife stun me.....
I've come to see death as escape
from these cares that haunt me.
But death, for now, must wait for me,
as suicide's abhorred.
It's just another luxury
that I cannot afford.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
Were I not so frightened of the
uncertainty of death,
I would go and find it gladly;
I'd never miss a breath.
I say responsibilities
still hold me here as well;
but does my family need me?
I truly cannot tell.
I feel I am but a burden
to family and friends.
I find no joy in this, my life..
So what if it should end?
I'm so tired of going without;
sick of pain and trouble;
tired of seeing money dwindle
while debts and needs double.
The world around me has gone mad.
Its greed and strife stun me.....
I've come to see death as escape
from these cares that haunt me.
But death, for now, must wait for me,
as suicide's abhorred.
It's just another luxury
that I cannot afford.
And I'm still here.
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