So many times,
have I wanted to die.
I've lost count of how many plans
I've had for suicide.
At some point,
I just wanted to jump,
to the depths of sea.
Or off myself in the woods, maybe.
Just toss myself from the thirtieth story,
and leave my body
for passersby to see.
And with all these failed attempts,
to be free from this loathsome life,
I've come to realization,
That I need to treasure this beautiful lie.
In order for me
to truly be
set free.
When the time comes to uncover
this terrible veracity---
That life's nothing but an endless maze,
wherein death is the only key.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
So many times,
have I wanted to die.
I've lost count of how many plans
I've had for suicide.
At some point,
I just wanted to jump,
to the depths of sea.
Or off myself in the woods, maybe.
Just toss myself from the thirtieth story,
and leave my body
for passersby to see.
And with all these failed attempts,
to be free from this loathsome life,
I've come to realization,
That I need to treasure this beautiful lie.
In order for me
to truly be
set free.
When the time comes to uncover
this terrible veracity---
That life's nothing but an endless maze,
wherein death is the only key.
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