I'm dead
I close my eyes and I breathe no more
No more standing at deaths0 door
No more struggling just to survive
No more machines to keep me alive
No more visits from people I don't know
No more pity will they have to show
No more living in constant pain
No more injections ever again
No more crying when No body's round
No more hiding my unhappy sound
No more madness inside my head
Everything is OK now I'm dead.
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2025
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