The pain inside
beginning to dull
with the depression sinking in once again.
I'm so tired,
it's blurry at the edges.
I'm giving up,
on many things.
Because,
I just don't care anymore.
But, in the end
it wouldn't have mattered.
Because,
it would only have ended in rejection.
So,
I guess I should be thankful.
But,
than why does it feel like I've lost
all reason in life?
Feels like my life is ending
and my time to die is near.
I guess there's no better time to die
than the present.
But,
I know I won't die,
because people still need me.
No matter what they say,
I will always love them.
Despite the fact
that they say they hate me and they want me to die.
I will always suffer
so that I can save them
from the pain.
So,
that pain will never touch them.
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