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I thought giving up

would bring me peace.

My headaches, black lungs

and anxiety.

A thousand days have died.

My throat is weak.

All the isolation

is erasing my existence.

I can't even

form single thoughts.

I feel my brain

is turning soft.

Half my life thrown

down in the dump.

Now I'm left here

cold and numb.

Wheezing in the darkness

consumed by fog.

A poisonous obsession

invading every thought.

Frozen in my place

as wonder bleeds to worry.

Contortions in my face.

Now my vision's blurring.

I can't even

form single thoughts.

I feel my brain

is wet with rot.

All alone and

I can't speak.

Still the world turns

without me.

I fell in the tunnel.

The light is fading.

Nothing left to give;

I took all I could

and it weighs me.

Nothing feels good.

My soul is sore.

I did what I should;

now there's nothing

anymore.

It really is so easy.

A simple act of committing.

So much life wasted

thinking...

do it once...

I need it.

Grasping at my chest

(as if) the answer's deep inside.

Gasping my last breath.

My time has come to die.