galigator8509
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A darkened room, where I spend my lonesome time.
Each day growing more difficult, and harder to climb.
Depression has grounded its feet in my soul.
Im drained of all energy, and loosing control.
No one understands the pain that I face.
Its as though my life is in an out of reach place.
My eyes see no color, simply black and grey.
I just want to die, so my body can decay.
I cut into my wrists, to know I still feel.
Pain is the only thing I have that is real.
I close my eyes, and hold in my breath.
Hoping soon I can plot my death.
The tire swing hangs outside the window pane.
Its tied from a tree branch, with a heavy chain.
I walk down the hall, and slip out the door.
Undoing the chain, I walk inside to hide it in a drawer.
The chair in my room, becomes my stand.
I take my death trap, and hold it in my hand.
I slip it easily over the fan on the ceiling.
Its gotten to the point, of never healing.
I make a noose, and slip it over my head.
With in seconds I knew id be dead.
I can finally live without being upset.
All the pain ive had, getting reset.
I step off the chair, and reach for the ground.
I know sooner or later, my body will be found.
Hanging in the air, my breathing starts to end.
Why I ended my life, no one will comprehend.
Each day growing more difficult, and harder to climb.
Depression has grounded its feet in my soul.
Im drained of all energy, and loosing control.
No one understands the pain that I face.
Its as though my life is in an out of reach place.
My eyes see no color, simply black and grey.
I just want to die, so my body can decay.
I cut into my wrists, to know I still feel.
Pain is the only thing I have that is real.
I close my eyes, and hold in my breath.
Hoping soon I can plot my death.
The tire swing hangs outside the window pane.
Its tied from a tree branch, with a heavy chain.
I walk down the hall, and slip out the door.
Undoing the chain, I walk inside to hide it in a drawer.
The chair in my room, becomes my stand.
I take my death trap, and hold it in my hand.
I slip it easily over the fan on the ceiling.
Its gotten to the point, of never healing.
I make a noose, and slip it over my head.
With in seconds I knew id be dead.
I can finally live without being upset.
All the pain ive had, getting reset.
I step off the chair, and reach for the ground.
I know sooner or later, my body will be found.
Hanging in the air, my breathing starts to end.
Why I ended my life, no one will comprehend.
