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Dying Slowly
im no longer in control
 i don't know who i am or where im going
 im locked in a world where people kill, where people rape, and where people hurt 
 im searching for the door
 i find it
 but theres no key
 im waiting to wake up, but soon realize this is not a dream
 
 Alone in the darkness of the world
 these 4 walls share my secrets, my pain,my tears
 i can hear the devil laughing at me
 he sits in a corner waiting for me to fall
 
 He wins.
 i have fallen and can't get up
 i have no other option but to follow him the dark hole where he came from
 i am there lying hopelessly in his arms
 
 no one understands, no one cares
 so i stopped as well
 i no longer care about what happens to me
 i just sit and stare at my 4 walls waiting to die
 wondering if there really is an afterlife 
 and if mine would be better than what it is now
 
 i am being stabbed repeatedly
 i feel all the pain but death does not come 
 i feel my heart turning black with no more emotion
 
 i wonder what is taking so long
 so i just here staring at my 4 walls slowly, painfully dying.
 because there is nothing else i can do.

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this is very good and im not just saying so, you've said that you were depressed and stared at your 4 walls. Where you alone literally or did you feel alone mentally? If you don't mind answering I would like to know.
(P.S. check out my poem its right ahead of yours on prev article)