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Dying

Can’t you see?

My eyes are sad

My soul is dying

My heart is broken


Can’t you see?

I can’t take it anymore

I am tired

I want to die soon


I am not suicidal

But if ever someone

Pointed a gun on me

I won’t beg for my life


If I ever got hit by a car

I won’t ask for help

If ever a grim reaper

Is beside me now

I won’t escape it


If death is near me

I’d willingly accept it

Dying without killing myself

I wouldn’t mind it