Here I am, and this is me,
Or at least a shell of what I used to be.
Can someone please explain to me,
How and when this came to be?
The darkness of death is circling my heart,
and once it sets in, it will never depart.
At times I fight it, I want to suvive!
At times I let go ... what's the use to revive?
How great it would be, if I just could pretend,
No emotions, no feelings, until life's very end?
How great it would be if life could just end,
No emotions, no feelings, nothing left to pretend.
What if life just ceased to be?
Love and life, destroyed in me.
(116 Words)
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