Suicide of the Soul
Is suicide the end of our existence?
Or is it the manifestation of despair?
When you dread waking
Walking around like a zombie
Existing in a state of fear
Instead of living for a purpose
Suicidal ideations
Subconscious entertainment of the uknown
Not a wish of death
But, rather an escape from the self made prison you are trapped in
Pieces of our soul die every moment
When we choose to breathe without direction
When our thoughts are never expressed
When our heart is never loved
When are dreams never reach fruition
When we receive from others
Without reciprocation
Are you living or dying?
Are you a walking corpse pretending to live?
Life is more than a beating heart
It's the contribution of ourselves until our last breath
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