Even though I'm living
I feel dead inside
Everywhere I go there's fighting
I spend most of my time wondering why
Why don’t I take my own life
And leave this evil we call earth
Wouldn’t we all be happier that way
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An Ended Life
PoetryJust a bunch of poems that I have written over the years during the times when I was severely depressed. Most are sad but there are a few happier ones.
