Dead Like Me



Torturous blood would be welcome in my veins

Hearts filled with agonizing wounds

Instead, there’s nothing -

Selfish emptiness took away my feeling

Incidents have occurred - I’ve been close to that 

Sleep of Death, enough to drink its sorrows,

Not even stirring in my numbness

Till I was convinced I had stopped


I now know the

Vicious truth –

I would much rather

Not living than feelin

G nothing at all.



Living is the worst Hell inside your head. 

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