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A Death Worth Dying For

By the time you read this I will be dead          
Any comments left will go unread    
Who cares if you do I won’t ever know                  
My heart stopped beating a few days ago    
   
Don’t call the police it won’t do any good            
If legally bound then maybe you should    
They’ll run up the steps and break down the door        
Finding my body face down on the floor    
                
I’ve never been loved no one ever cared                
Like the Elephant Man they pointed and starred            
My family is gone I’ve never had friends    
Only loneliness knows how my journey ends    
   
No parties or dates all the fun I have missed      
No social exchanges or girls have I kissed    
Never been with a woman not once felt her touch    
Always treated them well but they hate me so much    
   
My guardian angel plays games with my head    
Says I'm a loser and better off dead    
Inside of my brain I hear those voices    
Scream kill me or die are your only choices    
   
I can’t take my life when there’s no life to take    
Just a worthless nothing of a dreadful mistake    
I have nothing to lose and so much to gain    
By killing myself to be free from my pain    
   
The Deep Underground was my final hope    
To know something more than a chair and a rope    
My life hasn’t started and now it is done    
How can it be over before it’s begun?    
   
My mental illness has ruined my life                        
Destroyed any chance of finding a wife                          
I can’t be near people we don’t get along    
I wish they would die even though it is wrong    
   
There so many times that I should have died          
Attempts always failed but at least I had tried      
To go on living is my greatest fear    
But I take comfort that my death is near    
   
I’ll kill what’s in me for I know it is right    
My death is the cure to what I can’t fight    
I’ll die as I live completely alone    
From a horrible world where I was unknown    
   
If  Deep Underground wants to pay its respects    
You’re welcome to take my private effects    
What else can I say that hasn’t been said    
Just remember my poems when I am dead    
   
An angelic light shines down on this poem          
Now is the time for me to go home    
At peace I do dwell it’s my turn to die                  
I submit my last poem and a tearful goodbye
Written by Mourningcloak
Published | Edited 7th Mar 2014
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