Is it so bad..

June 1, 2012
By Anonymous

It gnaws at me every day,
For some reason it knows the way,
To make me think about my death,
And my grave decorated with a laurel wreath.

For some strange reason,
The voices change with the seasons,
I never thought I could,
But I’m started to think that I should.

My mind is trying to shake loose,
The thought of the hangman’s noose,
With a scarred heart and a heavy sigh,
I think “Is it so bad to want to die?”

The author's comments:
my will is broken.

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