The Eternal Sleep
sprawled upon the cold, soft sheets,
glistening streams of tears run down my face
as I stare blindly at the ceiling, unable to blink, unable to move.
I attempt to sit up, but my hopelessness has left me paralyzed,
and if I was to force myself up, would I really want to?
where do I have to go?
I have no where, I have no one, I have nothing
I have no reason to go on with life,
so I lie here, drowning in my own despair,
waiting for the eternal sleep.
(I don't know who wrote this)
morbid_apathy Community Member 
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