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No Other Option?

The pain is real

Feeling defeated

Feeling hopeless

The world is cruel

Feeling like everyone is better off

Tonight while they sleep

I'll say my goodbyes

Kiss them one last time

And end my life

My blood will pour from my veins

No more pain and suffering

Making Sense Of It All

All alone in both worlds

The sound of a breaking heart

It doesn't need to make sense

The message was loud and clear

Unwanted and truly unloved

Both works had only one thing in common

With tears falling 

Everything crashing 

Feeling defeated

Only one thing seems to make sense

Only those who have felt this pain 

Would be able to understand

The answer is written before you

The answer is in the sky

It's time to end this book

The chapter is over

Santa Muerte

Living every day on repeat;

too afraid to try anything



Stuck on autopilot;

how do you turn it off?

when you are comfortable

with where you are?


Hoping maybe tomorrow

will be different and you will feel more

motivated  to venture out into the unknown

but you still feel exactly the same

as yesterday


Too many variables,

too many unknowns,

all alone takes it toll,

but still better then being eaten alive.


Stay inside,

here this place where you die,

unknown to the world outside,

but still better then being eaten alive.


People so complicated

make you think you are a waste of their time,

why bother at all to even try?

when its better to just stay inside.




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The ending ought to be the beginning

He creeps blindly

In a world of monsters

That scream his name unkindly

And he’s afraid

‘cause the million screams

That he’s heard

Are not only in his dreams

All the colours fade away

When the sun rises

For a new miserable day

Nobody hears his thought

‘cause if they knew

There wouldn’t only be a few

That’d like to cast him out

Out of this universe

That fills him with doubt

He swims in despair

Losing control, feeling numb

He’s gasping for air

as he sinks into the depths

He thinks life’s not fair

The doctors prescribe him pills

That he should take against his will

Just so they add up to his bills

but the void they can not fill

Some say he’s become a junkie

But the only pills he’s addicted to

That make him feelin' funky

Are the ones no one sees

Anxiety is a drug

That makes his soul and body freeze

and sometimes it feels like a disease

There are more problems than reasons to smile

That invite demons in and let them stay a while

Caged creatures that struggle to find

An exit in the deepest corners of his mind

What happens when even demons fear

that they can’t leave when they want?

And they begin to shed a tear

as they scream for help

Requests to set them free

A plan that assures their liberty

They begin with the killing spree

But it doesn’t work

So they make friends

With the host

Because it’s common sense

They grow tired, they stop to cry

And the only solution it seems

Is one last present: a special tie

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm sorry if that poem made you depressed or too thoughtful. It's just what came out of my mind at 03:13 am.