No More
Deeply personal
on a level that
should not
be shared
No, it is not
just the way
that I stare
It is intricate
It is complex
It is written
in words
and detested
by sounds
hidden by
shelter
and burried
underground
I am still empty
although full of
space, I am still
dying, as I live the
life of a disgrace
I am what I
am and can
be no more
So please
don't taunt
me, I can
endure
no more
I will be no
more than
what I am
today and
if I decide
to die by
my own
hand
tonight,
I will be
no more
Forever
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