Dying for a living

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I could fall apart, I could go completely dead inside

I could freeze away all the tears I could have cried

I could go to sleep intending to never wake up again

the life inside me could die and my rainbow could end

in a split second everything could change you see

and it would kill my heart and it would murder me

tell me it isn't so, tell me that I won't have to really say goodbye

cause I don't think I could speak, I would fall to the floor and die



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my world would fall apart

and I would stop breathing

I would go numb inside

my heart would stop beating

I would just collapse on the floor

I wouldn't be able to even cry

and even though physically I'd be alive

deep inside of me I would just die

I would never be able to feel anything again

the blood wouldn't be able to pump my heart

I wouldn't be able to feel anyone's touch again

the pain would be too great, my world would fall apart



my world could stop turning and spinning around

my sky would collapse and fall to the ground

the pain wouldn't be erasable, whiteout would never fix it

there would be permanent damage to me I might just quit

happiness would no longer be tangible like it has before

I would just be totally empty with no reason to live anymore

I would just burn in hell alive for eternity here on earth feel the flames burn me

and now death would mean nothing because I am already dead, as dead as can be

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and maybe I'll get out of bed every day

and maybe I'll try to go on in the best way

but every minute I'll just die over and over again

thats the way the cycle goes when love has to end

breathing becomes the only thing that makes you still alive

because without you I have no will to go on and still survive

dying will become my hobby, I'll do it for a living now

they say I would get over you but I do not understand how

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elliot_jordan2003's picture

This poem is wow. I mean wow as in oh my goodness I have no words to describe the feelings in this poem, awsome job