The Key To Me - Poem by Claire Osterling
My life is a burden
To all those around.
My mind is my own place
Where I cannot be bound.
My soul is darkened
By these twisted lies.
My heart is broken.
No one even wonders why.
Where will my life go on from here?
You may ask.
I have a plan.
But it is a painful task.
It might be painful, but not hard.
To lose my life, heart, mind, and soul.
For however many years I live
I will never feel whole.
It wont be hard because I hold the key
To the death of me.
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