' 'suicide' depression' anxiety' overthinking'
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A dove coos through the sullen night.
The song of the wind howls, it dances, and it twirls.
All to the haunted windows,
and to the curtains that float astray.
Goodbyes are hard when there’s nothing left to say,
All my thoughts are spilled across the page.
I’m tired of waking up day after day,
I’m tired of feeling like I’m stuck in a cage.
Holding on to hope for life now,
But I’ve become consumed with doubt.
To die by own hands I will vow,
Yes, I’m prone to go that route.
I want to die but am too afraid to do it
It's not like they have a suicide kit
My life is great but I don't see it
I'm surviving but just want to live it
my thoughts todaywouldn't it be ironic if I killed myself just as the clock ticked past 12 introducing the new year2021what is supposed to be a fresh starta clean slatefeels like a bottomless pit of timejust wasting away tick tick tickthis year wa
Roses are red
Violates are blue
Suicides an option
But its not for you
You may be imperfect
And you may be flawed
I think your perfect
With your flaws and all
