End It All Poem by Steven Elsner

End It All



Quarantined to my head
Utter feeling of dread
Your laughing never ceases
Breaking me to pieces

Sunshine poking fun
Left alone, holding my gun
Finger on my demise
Now it's time to close my eyes

Break free of this shell
Destined to dine in hell
I hear you no more
I fear you no more

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