To him time is short To him the right is wrong To him there is no right All he feels is hate He dreams of death He has nightmares of eternal life He is drowning in his own thoughts His thoughts are killing him Killing him slowly and painfully But he has no regrets He is awaiting his death Longing for that day But for now he is left to wonder When will this day come He hates himself He is depressed He is the voice inside my head
Reason for writing:
i was very depressed that day and i just wanted to die, so i wrote my feelings down.
Birth sign: Libra
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