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Dear Death
*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. * No matter my efforts, my body betrays me, and when evil knocks at my door, in my haste and desperation, it enters in. * Each day is shrouded in darkness, like an ever-hanging cloud; my mind a broken tape, stuck on continual replay. * 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? * 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. * 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, * 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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