A letter to the endA Poem by ashkatNot a suicide note; maybe an ode to passive suicidality and wanting it all to be over.
It’s too hard, it’s too difficult
To feel, to live Exist with the pain of feeling anything Anything at all If I only could die. Just expire. Into the abyss No tomorrow, no worse or bad or better. Definitely never “better” Better is where the worse begins A spreading virus infecting all promise Until everything is heavy & bleak & black Filled with doubt even when blinded by hope The hope, the positive, the joy, the confidence For it’s never real It’s a cloak you wear to hide the doubt And I am ever tired of trying. So goodbye And if I die No more will the pain No more will the fear & time & tire No more will I © 2018 ashkatAuthor's Note
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Added on December 20, 2017 Last Updated on January 8, 2018 AuthorashkatUnited KingdomAboutMostly nonsense and mind vomit. The shyest scribe, The pen in the swordfight more..Writing
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