I don't want to exist.
Life is a prison, a cage
that I am trapped in
until the day when
I am finally six feet deep.Sorrow weighs me down
like a perpetual anchor,
nothing ever relieves an ounce
of its weight.I don't understand why
I am like this, or why I hate
my body and myself every
single day that I draw breath.But I do know one thing:
that this existence is one
of meaningless sorrow.My self-hatred and discomfort
with my body hinder me from
living a normal life, it's so bad
that I can't stand to breathe
or acknowledge that I exist.I know that things will never
get better because they never do,
these thoughts and feelings
prevent me from doing anything
to change my situation.I hate my entire existence,
it would be better for everyone
if I simply didn't exist,
But hopes and wishes never come true.But even so, I still wish
that I didn't exist, that I will
quietly die in my dreams,
even if I know that it will never happen.This life is a prison,
weighted down with sorrow,
I don't want to exist.
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