cant stop.
Just die.
I cant take this...just..
just let me die.
Dont wanna be alive,
dont wanna be happy,
just kill....kill me, till the
pain goes away.

Who would care if I was gone?
who would weep..who would mourn?
Would you care?
Would anyone care?

My body bleeding, in pain.
At Death's door, I will go
today. No one will stop me.
Because No one cares,
they would be happy,
if I went away.

Pain would be gone.
I would have no more sorrows...
No more conflicts..no more nothing.
I would be dead.
The dead dont think...the dead aren't
miserable...all the dead are dead alike.

That's a very impressive and depressing poem, Saphira! What was your inspiration when you wrote this poem?

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Because that's how I feel exactly when I wrote it. It was nice just to write what I felt like down on paper..

Very... intense. But great I think. Poetry seems to come so easily when I have a really strong emotion about something!

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