Looked away I'm cast away
Cursed to live another day.
Plagued by life beneath my skin
Burdened as ghost amongst my kin.
Each step not off a ledge
Takes me closer to the edge.
Their voices like razors to my wit
Inner lights that don't know to be lit.
Longing for it all to end
Grazing my knife my only friend.
" death is no solution"
Yet our world dies from our pollution.
The answer is thus so clear
Only truth is plagued by fear.
What lies beyond the last exhale?
Is it freedom or is it jail?
Be it heaven be it hell
There be no better sell,
Than the promise to be gone.
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