I AM DYING.....

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WARNING: THIS POEM IS DEPRESSING. IF YOU ARE GOING THROUGH UNHEALTHY STATE OF MIND, PLEASE DON'T CONTINUE...

HERE IT IS. A POEM ON A DEPRESSING MIND THAT IS UNABLE TO THINK STRAIGHT AND WANTS TO END ITS MISERY.
I BELIEVE MANY READERS WILL BE ABLE TO RELATE TO IT.
DROP YOUR THOUGHTS ON IT BELOW...



I am broken from inside,
choking on every breath I take.
Maybe my death will bring to me
the life I always wanted to make.

 Won't move ahead, I am done trying,
and little by, little I am dying.

 Torn by the ravages of life,
I am beyond saving now.
I've wounded myself for a goal so fragile,
I can't even smile as I don't know how.

 The illusions of world, I am done buying,
and little by little, I am dying.

 Willingly descending and going to drown
in the lake of despair made by me,
for I am hanging amidst
what could and what couldn't be.

 The secrets to joy, I am done prying,
and little by little, I am dying.

 I was never happy with what I had
and always despised the man I became.
I wanted to be more for others
and ended up being an inflame.

 To people I love, I am done lying,
and little by little, I am dying.



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