My soul I will find

Life

I don't know what to do when demons cloud my mind, making me feel wanted, but instead only to make me blind.

I'd want to feel nothing rather than to feel anything.

Finishing everything with the stop of my heartbeat, and the ending of my life.

While to take a knife, and to take the pain, i would slit my wrist and watch it rain.

To puncture my vain, to see the blood, to feel the anger, and to feel the hate.

Wondering to myself what is fate?

For some, to kill myself would be you have simply died, but sadly in others they would happily take pride.

For it isn't a game anymore, it is surely a war.

A war within my mind, and while in it, my soul I will find.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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