Death At Last

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I bet if you looked up what fake was

Right first would be my name

I am fake

The fakest of them all

I wear a smile

To show i am alright

But in truth

I am struggling

I AM struggling to juggle

My catastrophic life

Struggling to keep saying

That "hey, i am aright"

I don't think can continue

Lying to my friends

Saying everything's perfect

Even though i AM secretly . planning my end

And as i hear these voices in my head

Telling me to die already

Telling me things i know are true

That i AM worthless

That i AM unloved

That nobody will understand

What i deal with

And knowing this

It's motivation

Motivation to pick up that knife

To slash it down my wrist

To watch that crimson

Flood to the floor

Surrounding me

In my own pool of blood

And as i would smile

And laugh light headed

Not giving a damn

If i were to die now

Actually wishing, HOPING

For my eyes to close

For my heart to stop

For my blood to spill nonstop

For my soul to vanish

Without a trace

Yes, death at last

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