Dying
I feel dead, yet I am alive.
Thoughts in my head, telling me to dive.
The urging thought, kills me.
In this web I'm caught, no longer I'm free.
I'm slowly dying, on the inside.
I'm always crying, my heart has died.
Hope's unknown, waking is surreal.
The poison has grown, is it the end I feel?
Looking for release, I always plead.
Sorrow and Misery never cease, death is what I need.
Why am I dying, what did I do?
Your still crying, but I need you...
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