Death
I think of it as my saviour,
as a way to escape my life
how else could i do it?
Many might fear it,
but i beg for it at times
more often than i should
People have tried to help me
but did they really give it their all
or have i gone too deep to reach
My emotional pain has caused
me to do it but failed
The next time i might succeed
And then it will be the end
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