I can't take this
Being alone is more fatal than poison
My legs are numb
I can't leave bed
My arms are broken
Moving is not an option
Darkness is all I see
Yet the lights are on
I feel the end is near
Won't some one save me
Being alone is more fatal than poison
No one cares
I'm just another notch in the board
The end I fear is near
The decision is all mine
Blood will soon stain my clothes
Being alone is more fatal than poison...
...and...I'm....Dying..........
....(pain)
..........(hate)
.....(false love)
...............The end has come at last..................
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This is beautiful. There is nothing more to describe this poem but beautiful and ominous.