Silent Disappearance

Maybe it’s time I disappear,

Maybe then things will become clear.

 

Nobody cares and I know it well,

Maybe this is my permanent Hell.

 

I’m done reaching out,

I’m done with the doubt,

All I want to do is scream and shout.

 

Maybe it’s time to depart,

Maybe it’s time for a fresh start.

Where nobody knows me and I can be free,

Because my mind is on a killing spree.

 

Killing my confidence and killing my hopes,

Maybe it’s time I hang up some ropes.

 

I’m tired of feeling like I don’t matter,

Got me feeling crazy like the Mad Hatter.

 

Maybe it’s time for my body to expire,

But my mind is nothing but gunfire.

Firing at my positive dreams,

Tearing me apart at the seams.

 

This is it, it’s time to retire,

This is it, I’m going in the fire.

 

I’m already decaying,

My demons they’re preying.

My soul is paying,

And I’m done praying.

 

It’s time I disappear,

I’m tired of the tears I shed.

Maybe I’ll give a cheer,

When I’m finally dead.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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