In my head
The tight rope against my neck
As I take my last breath
The gun to my head
Gashed bleeding wrists
The only thing I truly want
Is an end
Though my age is of the beginning
I no longer argue to venture forward
Instead become what I was 17 years ago
Nothing
&
Non- existing
Instead of a walking corpse
Being strung along like a puppet
Just cut my strings
And put me away
Let me finish what was started
The flame within died long ago
Tired of faking this warmth in my heart
Let this end
Let me wither away
Turn cold
Worthless
And
Dead
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