Dead Like Me

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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

Living. 


I now know the

Vicious truth –


I would much rather


Not living than feelin


G nothing at all.

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LivingIntheMiddle17

Living is the worst Hell inside your head. 

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