Nyx Crayton

The Day I Die - Poem by Nyx Crayton
I don't know how much more I can take
or how many more smiles that I can fake
how much more that I can stand
before I die of my own hand
everyday gets harder and harder
and with death, I tend to barter
I can't sit still in my own skin
it seems as though I'll never win
I'm just so sick of my own head
the memories I'll always dread
I suffer through it day by day
but yet death seems so far away
one of these days I'll meet my doom
I can only hope that day comes soon
the day my heart stops in my chest
will be the day I finally rest
-Nyx
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