Finally
Fun. Having fun,
and playing, just
freedom, freedom.
Youth, children and,
completely free.
Time moving fast.
Forcing: pushing.
Falling not
able to stop.
Dying, slowly
inside: dying.
Pain; the sharpness,
Tearing, ripping.
Welcoming the
Pain. Crimson
Staining my clothes
Running down my
Skin. And more, more
Pressure… harder.
Dizzy, dizzy
really dizzy.
But still pressing
harder and deeper.
Blood flowing fast.
And the pain; the
unbearable
torture it’s nice.
Slipping deeper,
into the dark.
The beautiful
abyss that is
death. Finally.
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