Death for me,
will be and end,
to the problems,
that will never end.
I turn a bend,
to find a way,
to control the past,
so it won’t bother me as much.
To end it would be,
a way to end the problems,
that won’t die,
to end the screaming pain,
inside my head,
forever.
My ears ring,
with the scream,
my eyes water,
with the pain in my heart,
my mind.
So as I said,
death for me,
would be an end,
of problems that can’t be solved,
no matter what I do.
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