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*discusses death/depression*
 
Dear death, receive me, for I am not longed for this world.
I, like broken glass, have been crushed; 
irreconcilably incomplete, destitute and alone.
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No matter my efforts, my body betrays me,
and when evil knocks at my door, 
in my haste and desperation, it enters in.
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Each day is shrouded in darkness, 
like an ever-hanging cloud; 
my mind a broken tape, stuck on continual replay. 
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I still hold out hope, worn thin, after years of worsening health, 
that none will help fix. 
Am I too broken to be fixed? Will no-one even try? 
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Each time I seek help it is like a path that reaches a sudden dead end,
under the cover of night I recede back, losing my way into depression,
which I fear, each time, will devour me whole.
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I hear my soul cry ‘Death, sweet death, receive me’.
Each day this plea screams louder. 
But there is no honour, nor peace, in death, 
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It is not right to take my life before its time. 
So I find myself praying ‘oh God, please save me’.
‘Lord, how much longer, how much longer till I am free?’.

07.21.2021

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