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Twenty-three.
“People in a depression right now, would do best not to read this mostlikely, so read at your own risk”
Twenty-three.
Born twenty-twp years ago, a happy baby boy.
Raised Peacefully till the age of six
Got kicked and pissed on at school
The age I began to learn to Destroy
Do the math that’s sixteen years
Sixteen years of struggle
Most my life got wasted here.
Wasted through years, wasted tears.
Energy in me no longer, it’s gone.
And so is the will to continue.
In the best case one forth of my life lost.
I don’t know where to begin, how it began.
Twenty-two years of life without a smile
Without a love, without a life.
Despair rages through me like a storm
People think it’ll be alright, that’s denial.
Twenty-two now, soon twenty-three.
Yet looking towards another birthday alone.
Cold and dull like my heart and soul.
Is it even worth the effort to continue for me?
Or am I indeed wasted air?
A expensive shell that consumes
Consuming all happiness there is.
I will die, but please don’t care.
Twenty-Three years it’s becoming clear
That I likely won’t make this age.
I’m tired of being stuck here.
I will end it all, and be free of my Fear.
Hollow and alone, Life for the lifeless
Eyes red of tears, Death to bring bliss.
Legion.
Eddieee
Legion edited this post 2 months ago. Read the previous text »
Twenty-three.
“People in a depression right now, would do best not to read this mostlikely, so read at your own risk”
Twenty-three.
Born twenty-two years ago, a happy baby boy.
Raised Peacefully till the age of six
Got kicked and pissed on at school
The age I began to learn to Destroy
Do the math that’s sixteen years
Sixteen years of struggle
Most my life got wasted here.
Wasted through years, wasted tears.
Energy in me no longer, it’s gone.
And so is the will to continue.
In the best case one forth of my life lost.
I don’t know where to begin, how it began.
Twenty-two years of life without a smile
Without a love, without a life.
Despair rages through me like a storm
People think it’ll be alright, that’s denial.
Twenty-two now, soon twenty-three.
Yet looking towards another birthday alone.
Cold and dull like my heart and soul.
Is it even worth the effort to continue for me?
Or am I indeed wasted air?
A expensive shell that consumes
Consuming all happiness there is.
I will die, but please don’t care.
Twenty-Three years it’s becoming clear
That I likely won’t make this age.
I’m tired of being stuck here.
I will end it all, and be free of my Fear.
Hollow and alone, Life for the lifeless
Eyes red of tears, Death to bring bliss.
Legion.
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