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Every day I wonder why,
I choose to hurt people near me.
Telling them I want to die,
As if they didn't mean a thing to me.

Am I being selfish to put my feelings first?
Or they just can't understand.
To me living life is a curse,
From which I cannot withstand.

This is what I am unwilling to change,
The Reaper is my peer.
I see it as a pleasant pain,
That can save me from anymore wasted years.

But I hate to see tears wasted on me,
As if I'm doing something wrong.
My friends why can't you see,
This life I do not belong.

Why should I prolong my depressions,
That's like moving without blood.
Life to me is an evil blessing,
Pouring rain until it flood.

Am I contradicting in my thought,
Because I'm still here today.
Or am I waiting to get caught,
Because death needs me another way.

I try my hand at death twice,
But my life doesn't seem to part.
Emotions cold like dry ice,
Frustrations between my twisted heart..

>>PoetiQ