Gaze up at night sky, darkness all around. Now wanting to die, I make not a sound. Sky black with despair, night stained with sorrow. Now caught in pain's snare, Night fills tomorrow. No wish to go on, no longer want life. All hope in me gone, heart pierced by the knife. It's edge sharp with doubt, it's blade etched with fear. Death lurking about, my soul's end is near.
Reason for writing:
allowing fear and doubt take control
Birth sign: Pisces
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