I feel I can't go on
because life is way too hard
I think about death frequently
as I stand out in my yard
I think of it when I wake
and dream of it at night
will it ever take me from
this nightmare called a life
I'm tired of depression
and all the things I do
I'm tired of the stress each day
and tired of my mind too
I guess I'm kind of begging
for death to take it's part
to finally end my suffering
and the pain built in my heart
I know you're sick of hearing this
I know I am too
why not go ahead and finish it
it wont get easier, no matter what I do
so this is what im asking
if I die before i wake
let me rest in comfort
do not resuscitate.
-Nyx
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