The end tempts me

The end tempts me
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Mutilated, crushed, abrogated

three words that describe how I feel but slightly.

how I really feel is much worse.

words can only hint at my pain,

at the disgust for myself,

my self hatred and pity.

I deserve nothing but the cold bitter death that awaits me.

at least it waits for me and wants me.

my life has been a tragic film that is bound to end.

I walk in my room where yet again my end tempts me

but this time I don’t with hold

I give up my soul now

look at the highly anticipated credits roll.

The End





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