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Staring into a mirror,
At a face I do not recognize,
For it became a stranger,
Upon trying to take a life I despise.

Eyes stare back at me,
From behind the glass,
Echoing with sad accusation,
Of the event which came to pass.

Deep bitterness and pain,
Slowly rotting the soul,
One final shattering blow,
Brought with it a serious toll.

A full box of pills,
Was the final leap,
Taking every last one,
Then waiting for endless sleep.

The end never came,
It seems existence is my curse,
For I still breathe my heart beats on,
As my life gets slowly worse.

Dare I try again,
Would I fail or succeed,
I do not have an answer,
For I've already tried the deed.

I have no emotions,
Toward what I tried
Simply memories of but one more failure,
My attempted suicide.